when nightmares begin to scare,
and the reassuring presence is rare.
i just close my eyes,
try and behave wise.
and then i feel the hold,
the only warmth in the cold,
which brings all back to life,
and spirits begin to rise.
thank you for being me ...
so close even when farther than what i can see.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
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