Sleep, my child Upon this road covered in salt, For you shall not be frozen In your sleep. You have form that contrasts the night, Buried in white. Like a leaf, dancing on the shoreline Of some faraway beach, Here I am witness to a singular emotion, That of joy To discover that you are at rest. Do not thrash When the wind tears through Your wild bosom To reach the limbs of your heart. When droplets form at the edges of your eyes, Know that you are glad, Not ever sad, For the world of my own Has taken all despair from this home.