Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example: “The night is starry,
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.”

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again beneath the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great, still eyes?

Tonight