Roof Beams

Water is boiling,

oven is warming,

children sleep softly

ar hyd y nos.

This is my morning respite.

I slide back in bed beside you.

Everything ends too soon.

But you sleep on in my spoon.

The wind outside has cornered a desperate demon,

It sobs and screams in our roof beams

I wrap our furs closer around us.

Nothing here will disturb you.

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