Please, Stop, My Friend

Please, stop, my friend. Sit down at the table. Let's just be near. Not with the weight of torments lived through, Oh no, not with a word, only with a gaze Into the night. Look where the ships are drifting. Let your gaze sink in. And don't save your heart's light — It's needed there like clean air. Hear, through the mystery of silence, me behind the walls of stories. Understand that from this roof the world Is smeared like a watercolor dream. And this is how we fly through the night. Smeared out in monotone. Each other's life and executioners. Silence sounds in the background. Let the first sound that slips from the lips Stretch out the blurry echo. I don't want to go back into the cube Where you and I are two people.