There you were a sight to behold,
quietly sleeping, in shimmering folds.
No heart to disturb your precious rest,
I left you lying there in a faded red dress.
Dream my darling dream as only you can
listen to the song birds, hold them in your hand
I’ll take a walk several blocks away,
When I return we’ll start our day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem