And so it comes
That I am here
To take your woes
And chase your fears
Yet hold your hand
I will not
Nor will I
Assume your thought
I’ll absorb what I can
To lessen the blow
And give you legs
So you may go
When all becomes
To much to bare
But remember the choice…
You made my dear
I am the wall
The waves will meet
So only puddles
Surround your feet
And when the daylight
Finally comes
The shadows from me
Will quietly run
Just remember I haven’t got
A bottomless well
Of energy sought
All will quiet
The storm will cease
The dove am I
Bringing you peace.

Oakling
September 27, 2003