The wind circles
Waiting in the branches
To sweep the stones
Clear of leaves
When I depart.
For now though,
It shows respect
As do I.
Respect for a life
A time and love
And the heartprint
You left behind.
In the sunlight-
A tear, falling.
A gift of thanks
For being.
Rest in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply exquisite. I can't believe you are here at PH; instead of being on some leather lined bookshelf, along a hallway of polished marble.