Summertime

Este es un pequeño poema que escribí el verano pasado, lo encontré revisando mis documentos y me pareció que ahora que estoy purgada de varios sentimientos (buenos y malos) ya podía mostrarlo. Y aquí está:

You are the warmth of my days,
the cold air
if missed your scent is,
the fog over my fields
when words can't tell how lovely's for me your face,
the rain
when my sight and heart together
in desperate alarm of my not seeing you anywhere;
the starry night-sky of every dream
you are…
there where my peace finds no rest,
when darkness surrounds and soft
groping hands find their way through it
and there again there is
a light that cannot be put out, for there
(my blinded eyes won’t lie)
you are…