The silent of the night does not scare me

The coming of death brings no shaking in the knees

A hurricane  looming just over the Atlantic Ocean does not make me run for cover

Things that go bump in the night no changes in my heart rate do they produce

What brings sweat to my brow?

What causes the hair on my body to stand on its end?

And my blood pressure to soar

that causes my heart to speed as if a marathon I had just ran 

The thought of never looking into your eyes and see the sunlight reflected there

To see that smile that floats across your face like the glow of moonbeam as it dances across the ocean blue

To never hold your hands as we walk barefoot in the early morning dew

Not to have build sand castles on a warm sunny day in June

That is what makes me shake

Shake like the cracking of the san Andréa’s fault.

And only your voice can calm this quake