The morning light filters through
and I stir between my dreams
I feel your hand in mine my love
Leading me o’er the streams
Of doubt and anger
Love and pain
Sad hearts and soaring souls
Of whispered names
From distant shores
Of secrets never told
And when I slip from dreams to life
Awake with saddened heart
Will this divide always be my lot?
A life lived in the dark?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem