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…