citypunk

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