Sleep easy

I will sleep easy with you in my heart,
whatever tomorrow will bring.
I will rise early and welcome the spring,
to see through your eyes at day’s start.
I miss your soft laughter,
your eyes and your sparkle;
your considered replies
and your little asides;
I miss your soft arms and your warm fireside,
but these waters run deep and flow back to your shores.
I will sleep easy with you in my heart,
whatever tomorrow will bring.

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I’m in London, in a little hotel less than a kilometre from the riots. There are some sirens and policemen, but life goes on as normal. People are amazing – none of which has anything to do with my poem!