Like a soft wind that stirs the sea,
like the first light spilling over the hills,
you arrive, unspoken, unseen-
but felt in every hollow space.
I did not know the shape of longing
until you filled its empty hands.
I did not know silence
until your voice turned it into music.
You are the warmth in winter's breath,
the pause between heartbeats,
the moment just before the dawn-
a whisper that says, I am here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem