the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers
facetofacewith the sky
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
Tomorrowwe will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like akiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of atrue love.
Then I see you,
Standing under a spire of pale blue larkspur,
With a basket of roses on your arm.
You are cool, like silver,
And you smile.
The Canterbury bells are playing little tunes
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
The moon turns itsclockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with youreyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
In that book which is mymemory
On the first page
That is theChapter when
I first met you
Appear the words :
Here begins a new life.
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
awayfrom the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilitmeadows,
with only this one dream :
You come too.