Outside leaves danced in the moonlight
and all were enticed to come and play.
Resistance? Rejection? Or both,
left a trembling body in the darkness.
Without the vaccine of reassurance,
insecurity multiplied and spread
feeding fear of what tomorrow would bring.
Defenceless, already bruised from the battle to survive,
shivering as the cool tears of dew announces the new day.
Turning inwards without thought, just instinct,
opening up would reveal fragility and vulnerability.
Then light teasingly stroked the outer layers,
making them heavy with the warmth of promise.
Curiosity? Vulnerability? Or both,
encouraged a nervous caution.
Warmth dried the tears and fingers of light
gently lifted, peered and then crept in closer,
allowing them to massage warmth into a cold heart.
The warmth of love opens the soul,
petal by petal as a flower opens to the sun,
to the magic of everyday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem