Rilke : squandered stars

Overflowing heavens of squandered stars

flame brilliantly above your troubles. Instead

of into your pillow, weep up toward them.

There, at the already weeping, at the ending visage,

slowly thinning out, ravishing

wordspace begins……Breathe.

Breathe the darkness of the earth and again

look up! Again. Lightly and facelessly

depths lean towards you from above. The serene

countenance dissolved in night makes room for yours.

Rainer Maria Rilke