Stillness and untroubled sleep
lend comfort to this dreaming face
An angel's warm unearthly sigh
would intercede my fall from grace
And chasing spirits from the room
with artificial torch held high
where shadows live within the depths
of sorrow in her pain-filled eye
Devils come to intervene and
give away the time I bide
His wicked mistress runs away
as he attempts to rest beside
The gentle rain would wash away
the memory she left behind
If angels came to comfort him,
what other evils would they find?
And shadows flow and spirits shriek
where demons dare not tread at night
To chase all of rhis blue away or
cover them with sheets of white
His sorrow lurks in corners, taking
up the vagrant shadows' flight
and brightened with a blinding glow:
the shattered sacrificial light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brian P. T. Riley-I like your style. I always a sucker for a soul-devil/angel-does not matter. Very nice, thank you, Sherri