When my heart becomes heavy
With the thought of you I wake
Up to pace the floor for long hours
Of the night
I think of you standing at the
Gate with the moon shedding
Milky beam on your face and
The stars following it smiling
Like little children
I think of you walking down
The path between beds of
Flowers to feel the cool wind
That like a lover loves to play
With your long hair
When my heart becomes heavy
I come down to sit on the sands
By the river and feel your
Presence by me as the silent ripples
Rush to my feet to drag away my tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
feel your presence by me....feeling is seeing the UNSEEN fine