You are the caressing silence, a silver star in the pure night

You are the caressing silence, a silver star in the pure night, The world's secret, a deep sea that carries me, full of magnificence. The more you estrange yourself in your veil of mystery, The more you become my dream, the pearl hidden in darkness. You, cold moon, yet luminous, with rays that fall upon the crown, Speaking in whispers, voicelessly, over the jadestone sea. Sometimes I feel how you stealthily approach me with gentleness, And you rise in my heart, a fragile morning star at dawn, An unspeakable longing, with wings of wind, that flies through my dreams, You, a trophy guarded by the night, a splendor that reveals itself late. And again I confront my passion, my battle is a storm, Like the waves that break against your secretive shore. And in you, I cherish the coldness, the fierce beast that tears at me, Which with a raw beauty, shines at me and wraps me up. I'd like to break your silence in half, to have you only as mine, tranquil, To lend you from my fire and to keep you in eternal light. But you are free, you are the necklace of the skies, the long strand of stars, And each distant step turns you into a dream and overwhelms me, surreal, with them.