I wish you didn’t have to see me
like this, legs curled, arms wrapped tight
around me for what small protection,
peace of mind it may bring tonight.

But I am too tired to pretend,
and I trust what it is I know of you –
enough to know you will be a friend,
if only to light my way from afar.

You are a pulsing star, alive, and
you pull me out, beyond this black hole
into a world wider than I remembered.
You sing me the song of my soul.

The words seem unfamiliar;
the tune I know – a harmonic rhapsody
in blue with flecks of gold. How strong
you sing my life on night sky’s starry sea!

With sure voice, you part dark waters
effortlessly and cast far a vision clear.
See, there, a glint of re-imagined hope
reflected in this wayward tear!