Tenderly to
ease the blinding pain
You
talked softly of those rare moments
Knowing, that was just what I needed
For
with them my life’s breath is beaded
You
spoke of that cold day at the harbour
When
the wind blew free and strong
Then
you too recalled a day most warm
When
amidst my native folks we swarmed
From
my small store of hoarded memories
You
knowingly picked those very few
Which
have sustained me to this day
And
kept crushing darkness at bay
As I
tried to loose myself in your words
In my
own arms I did silently weep
Knowing though you be the source of my pain
It is
you alone who can stem this vein…
