<b>Tonight I Can Write</b><br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br /><br />Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'<br /><br />The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.<br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<br /><br />Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.<br />I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.<br /><br />She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.<br />How could one not have loved her great still eyes.<br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.<br /><br />To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.<br />And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.<br /><br />What does it matter that my love could not keep her.<br />The night is starry and she is not with me.<br /><br />This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.<br />My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br /><br />My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.<br />My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.<br /><br />The same night whitening the same trees.<br />We, of that time, are no longer the same.<br /><br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.<br />My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.<br /><br />Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.<br />Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.<br /><br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.<br />Love is so short, forgetting is so long.<br /><br />Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms<br />my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br /><br />Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer<br />and these the last verses that I write for her.