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