In the night of silent echoes,
I call to you
Through the mornings blinding light
I seek you out
In the chaos of the day
I wish to run to you
In all of hearts desires
I long for you
Head upon the pillow
I dream of you
.......And then I awaken
Soft tears escape
I need your embrace
Life beats me up
You are my shelter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When least you believe...shelter from a raging storm is like a mirage on a mid-eastern desert..Yet, when Faith is strong, and you embrace it...ther ' be no need for shelter...as storms pass on there own, in time, and with repairable damage... then gives way to the gold warmth of a brand new day....Great Penning, Missy! FjR