IT’S 3AM:
She reaches.
For me.
Silently.
No sign of life outside.
A few tender, stolen moments
Naked of pride.
Her.
Me.
Too tired to break the silence
She offers me Her Hand.
I oblige.
Softly I whisper…
Tell me a story
I’ll tell You mine.
Take me there
Make me smile
Laugh with me a while.
And We do.
She looks at me That way
And I lose it.
I see Her.
I See Her.
And She’s mine
All Mine
For this moment.
Her soft kisses beckon me back to sleep.
In Her arms I find Solace.
With Me, She is Free

The Still of the Night
In sleep where We lay
Our Souls become One.
We Are Brave.
The Dawn is filled with fear and thieves
And I Choose to hold on
To Moments as these.

Tell me it was all just a dream
And I’d not believe.
Though She is gone
In my Heart
She Forever Is Weaved.