My bed will find me
when it is ready,
and rest I will take
when it is mine to have;
but ’til that time
when my work is done
I must stand my watch
and keep my vigil.


whispers only
offer me hope –
delicate threads
that break too easy;
when strength wanes
and the light in your eyes
has begun to fade,
i’ll turn to sleep
and in our dreams
will still remain
the light and life
that was you

for Christy