Live because you have a sweet face. You lean back slightly as if to take comfort from your serenity. You are so mild. Live though you are helpless without me, unless in death I provide for you. Let me go first. Your mildness melts into the sun in whose heat I am afraid I will lose you. Be well, be firm if you must, be mild, and save our lives to show the sun and earth that we are a third without which it is empty to discuss between them. Are you listening, serenity I love? Does this voice penetrate to you to pierce the sun that shines and weakens you into immobility? Your eyelids flicker, your smile appears directed at me. Your sun now shines on me. |