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 bosomTo 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.