You only

You the one (Paul Eluard - The love of poetry - 1929)

You only hear the grass and laugh your head is
You
And who takes away the top of the mortal dangers
On the globe scrambled rain valleys

Under the light heavy in the sky of earth You
Childrens fall.
The birds are no longer sufficient shelter
Neither laziness nor fatigue

The memory of woods and streams fragile
In the morning the vagaries of the morning

Visible caresses the morning of the absence falls.

The ships of your eyes wander
In the lace of disappearances
The abyss is revealed to others to extinguish
The shadows you created are not entitled to the night.