The Moon on My Bed

Silently, silently in the night—
What am I doing?
So let down.

Lying on my bed,
I can only see the moon
Through my window pane.

You are far,
Yet the moon warms me.
But now it has slowly moved behind the clouds,
Leaving me alone. Alone.
Darkness ascends upon me.

How can this be night?
No night, no night.
No evening, no evening.
Yet it comes every time.

I am dying,
Thinking of visions—
The visions of you
On my bed.
Show me the moon.

I can't wake up in the morning.
This whole night I cannot sleep.
Days have become my nights.

What can be good?
What happened to me?
I have changed—
Because of the lack of love
That you show to me.