Each night she walks among the shadows
There picks dream flowers from the hills
In her heart's the secret no one knows
Scattered thoughts of Spring, in Winter's chill.
Forbidden love would go uncovered
Though not wed, they were soon to marry
War took from life her only lover
Now in memories past, she tarries
Her parents can't explain her saddness
Why in life's prime, she's so bereft
Some say she caught a touch of maddness
With news about her young soldier's death
No one suspects her darkest secret
On the hill beneath the Winter snow
It's love that keeps her heart in weakness
Why with Spring, her sorrow overflows
Alone she wanders in the meadow
There picks dream flowers from the hills
In every season her heartache shows
Hidden well, the secret no one knows
The tiny grave of stones near the rill
Covered each Spring with yellow daffodils.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Chris...this, I am sure you will know, resonates very deeply with me and it is hauntingly beautiful...sad but with the echo of a promise of rebirth in Spring..Lovely! ...10