The dappled sunbeam plays across her face
And brightly gives the lie to winter chill
Or seeks to cheer her from that darker inner place
Where my love goes to be alone, afraid and still.
Outside, the crinkling gasping air is taut
Against her bedroom's brittle misted pane,
Kept out where warmer gentler airs might gain
The time and space to coax her from her pain.
The dappled beam could fill that place with light
And serve to warm her very inner soul
And, being elemental, would not grasp her tight
But only wants to make her happy, good and whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reaches out to you to heal.. lovely