And you’ll find me,
The drip drop trail
Of ebbing dreams.
The dark rain
Of bitterness
Still falls inside me…
O Lord, save me from me!
These harsh nights—
Fierce faces
Glare in windows;
I long for times when
I can sleep soundly
In your love.
You’ve been gone so long
And it’s hard to wait—
My dreams grow arms
And encircle your waist.