In grief,
you toss and turn, left and right;
not even on a bed made of clouds
will you find peace.
But when love has found you,
when the heart grows quiet and full,
you can fall asleep—
even on rocks.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 6:28 PM UTC
In grief,
you toss and turn, left and right;
not even on a bed made of clouds
will you find peace.
But when love has found you,
when the heart grows quiet and full,
you can fall asleep—
even on rocks.
