come back to bed my broken morning
I need to write down something beautiful she said
I held her while the sun came storming
onto our soft and secret bed
and if this be the last and only
time you ever write this down
I hope that all you’ve ever thought
to say
comes out
come back to bed this sun will sink again
these sheets will grow as cold as ice she said
and now I love all that is ever winter
and all that once was cold and dead
I need to patch a cracked and broken dream
this morning holds enough for one
but only one
and then
you will
be done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad and thoughtful poem. I like it very much. One of my favorites