In the Night

The tree stands still, but winds rip through the fragile branches like a lover’s song. Feel the stars grasping, amid colors blooming among dark folds where everything unveils the night, a night so soft, it presses against the mind.

Let speech shatter into sparks, for little leads us into light, we were meant for quietude, and secret gazes hidden, with heaven-born wonder.

• Rainer Maria Rilke