A whisper echoes in your eyes that are the colour of sky.
In the hollow of the night,
your smile brushes away the snow that falls around my heart.
Outside,
Reykjavik laughs in cafes and walks by the pond with ghosts of lovers past..
The air is still and fingers entwine like branches of the soul embracing life itself.
Music is composed with words that fall like notes across a page.
And thought becomes quiet encirclling everything that is love.
Emotion is the poet and your sagas knit my life into wholeness once more.
It is a whisper that finds the heart.
It creates the music that flows from the soul.
I miss you.
In this life that is now,
I miss you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. I loved the whisper finding the heart. Thanks for this. Raynette