Flicker...

Say nothing! For the words of decrees are the bricks of walls. We are hidden in each other. Say nothing, let our breaths whisper and let our bewildered kisses return to our lips, — like lost swallows toward the tree of spring — Let our bodies, hot in each other’s arms — like the lost who have found each other — lift the veil from the great secret of being. Say nothing! Warm and ardent, the lantern, flickering, is singing into the ear of the night, beautiful, beautiful, visible and hidden, forever visible and hidden and shining in the heart of the night...