Time to rest now; you have had enough excitement for the time being. Twilight, then early evening. Fireflies in the room, flickering here and there, here and there, and summer’s deep sweetness filling the open window. Don’t think of these things anymore. Listen to my breathing, your own breathing like the fireflies, each small breath a flare in which the world appears. I’ve sung to you long enough in the summer night. I’ll win you over in the end; the world can’t give you this sustained vision. You must be taught to love me. Human beings must be taught to love silence and darkness.
