Water comes with the dawn
Finding my dryness yearning
Welcome clouds gather
Blanketing the cruel sun.
Better than night, this soft gloom
Tempers edges, soothes pain.
Under its pall the word forlorn
Loses its fierce burning
Under its grey, the weather
Of the soul resolves in a dun
Nothingness, a quiet wide room,
A misty, dull and peaceful lane
To rest in till love comes again.
Such imagery. the connections are so unusual - I don't know how you do it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A quiet embrace soothes us when we need it most. Lovely poem Richard. Write on.