And there you were........
hands reaching out to me,
Strength flowing in my direction,
in answer to my call for help.
After a night of torment, tossing,
torture, when the devil wanted
My soul, my body, my everything,
and you were there....
Each hand you held, tenderly, firmly,
willing me to look into your
eyes,
To be strong, hang on........have faith.
So I slept, your hands on mine,
Peacefully, thankfully until the dawn
and the danger was gone.
I had a dream..............
but you were unaware
Caught up in a dream of your own.
Kay Ekwall©1998