Gentle Night

A gentle night descends
upon our weary faces,
and covers, with sighs and songs,
gentle eyes that let themselves
be borne by dreams and enchantments,
anything but unwillingly.

With steps most measured
and slow, upon the sweet melismas
of vague night winds,
gracefully there dance
soft breezes with the curtains,
lights with swaying mirrors,
while the loveliest of thoughts
move nimbly through the mind
like circus acrobats.

Even the torments are washed away,
slowly, by the insipid serum
that the night gently
administers: stilled, too, are
the superfluous impulses
of our weary nerves,
and, as a warm hand
enfolds the placid feelings
of lovers,
so the night conquers
our humble senses
and leads us toward its
innermost meanderings.