Half asleep

A lazy drowsiness comes over me when I close my eyes...

it feels pleasant through the smoke of half-dreams;

I see that someone loves me a little bit,

and that spring is bursting into my days of autumn.

Pensive eyes gaze welcomingly

and words of love echo in the evening hush.

Let this be one of those old, fantastic tales;

I love to listen to them when I am half asleep.