A thought

There's much to be said about
falling in love in spring--indeed
that's the right time; for everything a season. But think
for a minute about falling
in winter--a time of mystery. Then
month by month you'll
lose your clothes, and I
my sadness. Glory in the revelation.

Tonio Kröger Speaks

Hear me, I
beg you, don't
deprive me of
your blue eyes just yet; give me
a few minutes, I'll
be gone soon enough, passed and
past like the shadow that
I am.

Don’t you ever wonder
where I am when
you don't see me? I’m right here,
always close, brightening
with your joys, darkening
with your sorrows. Always
knowing better—but—never mind that!
I love you! I need you!
I love you. Now you know—

No. Rather,
now you've heard. Go!
live as you should,
forget me.

I, dead among the living,
will think
only of you.