I still dream of watching over her sleeping, 
 the smell of love braiding with her vera wang, 
 her presence so perfect as if she really were-
 asleep for just awhile in that beautiful dress, 
 Virgin Mary blue, though they call it azure, 
 and, I whisper in her ear.... ''I miss you so''.
 Thought I saw a most minikin sign of Life, 
 the slightest ripple from the edge of her lips, 
 a peripheral shadow or immeasurable hope, 
 'twas all it was, still I wait for the shadows; 
 forever love has its way of shrouding logic.
 Breakfast at twelve, we'd brunch everyday, 
 especially those days I feared were her last; 
 the day's when I knew she must have prayed-
to be a Miracle or Soul before the days sunset.
 It be my Cross now... she'd earned her wings.
©Frank J. Ryan, Jr. / FjR
 2015 All Rights Reserved 
 From: 'While You Were Asleep''
 The Ariel Series- Installment XXXIII
*Revised on Oct.19th,2016
Reposted on Oct.27th,2016                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    