Good Night

Night every night you come your sweet song kisses my earlobes again and again; and me from head to toe with the silk of your breaths you cover — like the rain of the coming spring the courtyard of burning Tir — Night, every night you come you fill the heart of my flowerpot with the air of your night-scented stock. Grown unseen somewhere — everywhere in all the windows or as if above the rooftops hidden hidden behind the curtain of night: night with you in the embrace of your breaths so sweet so without darkness in my eyes...