Abode
I step into your room
Here by your side linger neither shadow nor gloom
Surrounded by a misty, silken, fragrant blanket
Mark me with your name -
Imprint it on me as on a silvery planchet
Hidden from from the eyes of the world
Into your arms I am curled
The light of your face so warm
On my skin, my head, quieting the storm
Here I will stay, here I will be
Nested in your life, your ageless tree.
S. Molina
