SOFT NIGHT By Armando Subido

The night is soft and cool.
I wait for you,
Amid the garden dusk beneath the trees
This is the hour of softly falling dew

I breathe your name, it floats upon the breeze
That gently stirs the clinging window-vine
You cannot hear;
The fervid longing dies upon my heart

I hear a bird repine
In liquid notes that mingle with my sighs
Rise from your dreams
The sampaguita faints

The cool, soft night is slipping, waning low…
Night shed its tears
The night bird’s sad complaint melts into silence
Love, I want you so

Rise from your dreams
I bring you love more sweet
Than all the flowers I scatter at your feet
To have success, you must fail.