I've had the same dream for three nights now,
I wake up with tears in my eyes,
A face is lying next to me,
Gentle and silent as the night.
In a deep slumber a voice calls,
Take my hand and I will keep you safe,
You'll find no harm within the safety of my arms
Or the barrier of the love I give.
I have a fear as real and as clear
As the pillow I lay my head upon,
That one of these nights I will wake,
The tears will be gone and there will be
No voice to comfort me in the dark.
Every night I pray to God,
That when I wake a voice will be there,
A touch will be moments away,
To soothe and comfort me in my pain.
That I may reach out one morning,
And that voice, those whispers in the air,
That feathered touch may one day be,
A steel and granite force to wipe away my tears.
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Book of Poetry
PoesíaA book of selected poetry written both in recent years and during my teen years.
