A Wife and Her Husband On the Bed
Oh, beloved, why do you wake me so?
Is it time for the nightingale to go?
If not, stay and sing like you always do
And I will dream sleepless dreams too.
First the sun, then the moon
tried to wake your sleep
and steal a single boon
from your gasp to keep
but i said: be gone
her lips are mine
and I will alone
trace its poised line.
Oh, beloved, the sun and the moon left now,
The moon beaming with an evening glow
after the sun learned how to kiss and to blow
the clouds that covered her silver brow.
Lock your eyes and be quiet
like a windless day
in a garden that yet
will bud on bridal may,
with a veiled fountain
of water fresh and clear
to quench my thirst again,
sleep quietly without fear.
Oh, beloved, do not wander so faraway,
My bosom is where your head must lay
I will be a ballroom, let your fingers sway
And my sighing will be like a cheerful pray.
I will do as you ask
No need to thank me
It is hardly a hard task
loving beauty as I see,
You’re the same as I am:
A moth awed by light
A man and a woman
caught in a flight.
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