Retiring for this day
I clasp my hands and pray
and before I lay my head
on my pillow in bed
I will look through
my window for you
as clouds cast their shadows
over yonder meadows
where cuckoos were singing
early this morning....
and peace and calm
will soothe me like a balm
as you come to my dream
in the light of a moon-beam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem