I come to you with the sunset

I come to you with the sunset, Love becomes in me a priestly service. Teach me how to keep silence as a compass, How to dance on the strings of unsaid time. At your threshold, I leave all my worries, Here I rest my steps that ran at dawn, And at night, when stars become voyagers, Your smile is to me a verse, a song, beloved. At your place, the garden fills with flowers and rain, With a rain of love, of divine feelings, And the last drop melts into your wine, In the chalice where destiny whispers to us, divine. With you, I leave a linden flower, our symbol, In the memory of a love that does not fade through ages. And if you're called by longing, if you want me close, Place another linden flower between the pillows, to warm your chilly evening. With you, I leave my dream, my thought, and time, In all that seems today so belated. With you, it feels right to settle myself orderly, In all the things that today I still do not know.