A warm sunbeam touches my face, <br />I tilt my head and squint at the sky. <br />I’d like to spread my arms and embrace <br />The passing day which is about to die. <br /> <br />The mellow sunbeam is only mine, <br />And we belong to one another. <br />I marvel at the afternoon shine, <br />But I’ll soon be missing its glamour… <br /> <br />It seems impossible to say goodbye <br />To the ray which makes me so joyful. <br />Only the sunbeam is able to dry <br />Tears in my eyes. I’m again hopeful. <br /> <br />I can’t stop the dark clouds above <br />From covering the sun growing weak. <br />There is no help. Even my love <br />Is vain though I thought it was unique…<br /><br />Jolanta Gradowicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sunbeam/
