I sit alone
your hand takes mine
your arms slide gently
curved about my aching shoulder
my weary. pain-filled head
falls back against the safety
of your chest
your heart a furnace warming up
my world of lonely dreams
of sighs so long unheard
I fancied myself deaf,
without a voice,
just muted in the dark
no horn to sound
to rally life about me.
Yet here you are
substantial, full of flesh and fire
that pushes back the dark
like true love’s promise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem! =]. keep the poems coming!