This place I sojourn has grown cold
My dreams have slept under the snow
But today too far it sears my soul
I sought for comfort when the winds were strong
The waters locked the horizon too vast to conquer
My hanger sadly caved under and everything tilted
Unable to push against the erratic wild ahead
I swam closer to his own and cuddled in
His was the boat that anchored mine
In his arms I sheltered from the rough world
But today his arms have grown too hard and cold
My soul yearns for some tinder t’light some fire
This place I sojourn has grown cold,
Or has the sea returned to calm?
Or may be am just another bored wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem