Winter reflections

Lingering

the shadow of your precious laughter,

the scent of your sweetness;

still, when the rivers flow

the ache to see you go.

Yet, when the seas rise

the moon child floats

fleeting free, flies, across

the northern skies,

Blessed be my child 

in the hills with heather and moss

in the wilderness mild

open your eyes

and see, breathe the world;

crystals, feathers and stones

daughter, feel the world

for all it has to offer.

I in silence suffer

my tired bones

until I find myself again

learning to let go of the pain

Here, hear, near

I care, you dear

Cara, cara, anche lontana

ti sono vicina.