Thursday Text: Rilke

We've been cleaning out some files and boxes around our house, and in the process I've found some lovely cards and letters from my husband.

One included this poem by Rilke:

Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.