To slip into your shadow under cover of night. <br />To follow your footsteps, your shadow at the window. <br />That shadow at the window is you and no one else; <br />it's you. <br />Do not open that window behind whose curtains you're moving. <br />Shut your eyes. <br />I'd like to shut them with my lips. <br />But the window opens and the breeze, the breeze <br />which strangely balances flame and flag surrounds my escape <br />with its cloak. <br />The window opens: it's not you. <br />I knew it all along.<br /><br />Robert Desnos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-cover-of-night/
