I cannot sleep
For someone took the stars,
And put them
To shimmer in my love’s eyes,
There they dance
Ever in mind when I lie down.
Sweet mother, I cannot weave,
I cannot focus on any task,
Neither large nor small,
My mind is a calvacade,
Of thoughts of my loved one,
A whirlwind consisting of her smile,
Her laugh,
Her soft, loving voice,
And to focus my mind on anything but her,
Would only do to wither mine heart,
And plant a seed of sorrow in a joy-filled day.
