Come with small words,
And sleepy eyes,
Bring me treasures of the night
See, how much bashful joy,
Ye brought,
Ye will say,
Thou a silent singer,
Who waits for you
Night after Night.
I will stroke,
Darling of your bare feet,
When you run away,
From father's dwelling,
Pretty greetings I've read,
Breathless, running over a black bridge,
Ye shall let you go,
Thou shall come back,
Dawn, first splinter of light,
Will warm the frozen windowpane.
Wrapped in quiet darkness,
Frightened dove
Eyes opening,
I shall barely be near you,
Seeking my voice.
I shall enter your thoughts,
Once-upon-a-time,
Dream myself into you,
like a silent tree in the dusk,
Like a tremor of a twing,
Barely,
Sleeping tree.
Twilight our lives,
And sit in shadow
Silent, Forbidden to speak.
Wise minds is the white whine.
of my being,
And write down your every thought.
Oh wonderful, wonderful.
How our days pair
And become nights.
A quiet chord sings far away
But we avoid believing in that way
Oh wonder, nightly wonder,
We age separately,
Year in, year out,
Together grow in young joy,
How well you invent me
Waves of silent words.
So what if I vanish
If you vanish,
Alone the night,
In it planted,
One shadow of a tree.
Barely.
~Jacob Glatshteyn, Chopin Nocturne
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