Only a breath away
My very breath flows easy
at the mention of your name
like the heart remembering home,
and the wound of your loving
left my soul so tender,
how can I put words
on something so deep,
we gaze and know but cannot speak.
Only a breath of love away
only a breath away
in the shimmering silence of morning
and always in the hush of prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Frank's got it right and I couldn't say better than him. So I'll concentrate on your sense of rhythm, which is exceptional. It brings a delicate and ethereal beauty to your work. Well done. By the way my son-in-law's Irish, Wexford fellah. Nice guy.
Ah you can't beat a Wexford lad! Thank you for your gracious comments Tom