Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking on you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon. This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad...To fare away ... In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear...

No, don`t say a word !
Guessing what it will say ---
Your covered mouth ---
Is hearing it already.


It`s hearing it better
Than what you`d say.
What you are won`t blossom
From your words and days.


You`re better than yourself,
Don`t say a thing: but be !
The body`s naked grace
Is seen invisibly.