RIMA XVI

If the bluebells sway back and forth
            on your balcony
and you think a gentle wind is sighing
            as it passes by,
know that, hidden among the green leaves,
            it is I who sigh.

If a mysterious sound is heard somewhere
            behind your back,
and you think a distant voice has called you
            by your name,
know that, amid the shadows that surround you,
            it is I who call you.

If in the middle of the night your heart
            is filled with fear
when you feel a hot breath blowing
            on your lips,
know that, by your side, though invisible,
            it is I who breathe