Somewhere in the night
you lie on your own bed
tucked in with your thoughts,
your head making its
familiar dimple in the pillow
where I loved to bury my face,
your him-scent as fresh there,
as it was when you owned it.
Somewhere in the night
I know you think of me
and you wonder where I am,
if I ever think of you,
and in between, you wrestle
with the could be’s and
might have been’s the same as I.
How I wish the morning
would come and bring a day
so fastly speeding, fully charged
and ever short with much to do.
Somewhere in the night
where the minutes slow and
every second lingers longer,
your gentle spirit is by my side
in the place where love goes
when it won’t fade out
and never sleeps.
and in the morning in the pale light of day i awoke to find my dream was real and my joy was complete WARM REGARDS AJS
love always lingers sweetly even when sorrow seeps in and we huddle in our own arms remembering the other good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful write and so true -Eila