Тео Дорган. Заклинание в ночь твоего дня рождения

A Charm on the Night of Your Birthday 

I light the sky above our bed for 
you 
with seven stars of gold,
ploughing the deep for you  - and that's 
not so hard 
when you are the sea.

I rock in my ribs here in your 
absence, 
my heart like a diesel thudding 
away 
and you at the helm, friend and 
guide 
steering through for me.

I'll sleep now, soon, under
seven stars, 
the plough in the night dipping 
towards you,
your ghost on deck above 
holding our course,
your bones asleep in me.

My blue pillow is wrapped in
your shirt
and my head is bedded in the 
scent of your hair;
I'll make your hair a sail ti
carry me
from here to over there.