Wednesday, March 06, 2013

Alba.


        Alba.




In you dear Alba,
I see so many sunrises,
Time stood still
Before your beauty.
Daughter of the love,
Sister to hope,
Mother of life everlasting.

Alba my dear one,
Who could have
Known, or seen
All the prettiness
You could dream?

On the night before
Christmas, you shared with me,
True light, True love,
A perfect grace
Smiling in beauty's face.
And now life will move on,
Forever in my Alba's song...






A poem inspired by the story,
The Time Traveler's Wife.

FILM.