I think of you, when I see the sun's shimmer
Gleaming from the sea.
I think of you, when the moon's glimmer
Is reflected in the springs.
I see you, when on the distant road
The dust rises,
In deep night, when on the narrow bridge
The traveler trembles.
I hear you, when with a dull roar
In the quiet grove I often go to listen
When all is silent.
I am with you, however far away you may be,
The sun is setting, soon the stars will shine upon me.
If only you were here!
J.W. von Goethe
What It Is
It is madness
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is unhappiness
says caution
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It has no future
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ridiculous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love.