Do Not Awaken

You go – and light pours softly,
As if through the silk of my sorrows.
Somewhere a leaf trembles, somewhere the wind breathes,
And my heart sinks between the fields.

So tenderly, so without return –
Like a memory that long ago withered,
Your breath – the shadow of my life,
That fell asleep upon my lips.

Oh, do not return, do not stir this haze,
Do not awaken my silence.
I am in it, like a boat in spring,
That sleeps under the ice of contemplation.