It's late at night
I'm watching you sleep again
A chill crosses your skin
I see your brow change in the light
Confused and dazed
Strange and phased
You know I'm here looking at you
That familiar sense of comfort
You relax down without effort
Chilled by the September air for only a few
You move with a groan
'I'm glad your home'
I wake to the sound of the wind in the trees
More a gust than a strong breeze
Jupiter Moon shining down on me
It's subtle light shows me the way
A picture of how it used to be
You're gone, a year this day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A hauntingly poignant piece Brendan. Shaun.