με πήρε από κάτω.... Τα κατάφερα όμως τελικά. Πάντα δεν τα καταφέρνω;
Gem of patience
The tendrils of mist that seep through the ground touch them on their hearts;
they have slept, our beloved, for years or for months and some only for days, a red hot knot of pain in the back of our minds;
they sleep in darkness, unmoving, waiting for what is beyond even them;
i wake in daylight, i struggle and i roam orphaned but for thee;
i begrudge them neither their darkness, nor the stillness of their limbs;
i envy them their patience;
wind and rain will wear down the mountains,
the dragon will feast on the sun and still they’ll wait;
i would but borrow from this dark gem, a shard, a sliver,
to while away the time until you come to me;
come in the evening of a festive day, all weary and dusty from the road, back to me.
