segunda-feira, 10 de setembro de 2012

I Am Offering This Poem To You





I am offering this poem to you
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,


I love you,


I have nothing else to give you,

so it is a pot full of yellow corn
to warm your belly in winter,
it is a scarf for your head, to wear
over your hair, to tie up around your face,


I love you,



Keep it, treasure this as you would

if you were lost, needing direction,
in the wilderness life becomes when mature;
and in the corner of your drawer,
tucked away like a cabin or hogan
in dense trees, come knocking,
and I will answer, give you directions,
and let you warm yourself by this fire,
rest by this fire, and make you feel safe,


I love you,



It's all I have to give,

and all anyone needs to live,
and to go on living inside,
when the world outside
no longer cares if you live or die;
remember,


I love you.