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And when the night comes

If you forget me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

Loreena McKennitt- All Souls Night

Yes I love you still


After few days of my silence
You doubt and ask me if I love you still?
My darling
You don’t know how much it cost to be quiet to you
For a while
You don’t know why?
I did this little break?
I just wished to give you a little time
To miss me
As you do right now
I was just afraid for a moment too
That you don’t need me so much
As I need you
That’s why this little silence was for
But you know
How much I miss you here
How much I need to be sure
Of your heart all the time
To live, to go one this beautiful life's trip
Yes I love you my darling still
And I’m so happy you miss me a bit

Loreena Mckennit - Breaking the Silence

Yes that's it
You are here
When I set the strings
In motion
When I'm not doing it
You simply disappear
You exist on my request
In the world of my dreams
You are here
When I give you the sign
When I make you alive
By writing this story
On and on
I need to write
To have you inside
And to live
In my own theater
In my own beautiful dream
Which became the part
Of mine and yours existence
As more I'm afraid
You could disappear
As more deeply you can live here
What if I close this book?
Will you go away
Without any word?

Secretary

Your love is

Just an answer of my needs

You are coming each time

I’m calling you and I wish

You to be here

When I crave for you

Using the right words

But you are never here

When I’m silent

When I’m like this

You simply disappear

How it can be?

What should I do to make you

More active

More real?