今晚写的一首小诗 且叫它《You with Me》

——献给我的先生，孩子们的爸爸。

If, Your plucking of guitar
With its mellow tunes and unhurried rhythm
Solace the chill of night
It also seep into my heart
Fatigue and wound melted, slowly, yet gently

A Dream softly ease in
I am as wobbly as a sleepwalker
Hand stretched forward to touch
A world of wonder and uncertainty

I mumble, “Ah, how dark!”
You respond, “Ha, there is me!”