i Like For You To Be Still

i like for you to be stillit is as though you are absentAnd you hear me from far awayAnd my voice does not touch youit seems as though your eyes had flown awayAnd it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthAs all things are filled with my soulYou emerge from the thingsFilled with my soulYou are like my soulA butterfly of dreamAnd you are like the word: Melancholy

i like for you to be stillAnd you seem far awayit sounds as though you are lamentingA butterfly cooing like a doveAnd you hear me from far awayAnd my voice does not reach youLet me come to be still in your silenceAnd let me talk to you with your silenceThat is bright as a lampSimple, as a ringYou are like the night

With its stillness and constellationsYour silence is that of a starAs remote and candid

i like for you to be stillit is as though you are absentDistant and full of sorrowSo you would've diedOne word then, One smile is enoughAnd i'm happy;Happy that it's not true

Pablo Neruda