In you rest all the words
I could ever say,
and even the clock stopped ticking nervously,
and the leaves have stopped falling.
As if the sea withdrew suddenly
leaving the sand to shine
in the sun, this is how I stand in front of you,
a white reed.
The pond lilies bloomed in the glass,
the sun hid in a whisper,
your heart is warm, my heart
is warm. The night is pale.
I love you, but this comes too late,
because you already knew it,
since before we were born.
Somebody once told me
that we conquer death by loving.