I like for you to be still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth

as all things are filled with my soul
your emerge from the things, fill with my soul
you are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams
and you are like the word melancholy

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence

And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright like a lamp, simple as a ring
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star, as remount and candid

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
distant and dull of sorrow, as though you had died
One word then, one smile, is enough
And I'm happy, happy that’s not true