TOGETHER

The silence of the night

Is not wrought with fright

If you can share, hold tight.

Comfort in absence of light.

This is a room, too small

To make it comfortable,

To safely harbour us all.

To relax until that call.

That call we know will come,

Too frightening for some.

Softly I will hum,

Inside still feeling numb.

But keep it up for them,

Providing them a stem,

Hands clasping the hem

Of my shirt, let them.

I guide us into sleep,

A slumber not too deep.

And then they who weep

I cradle, little sheep.

We’ll run, this day we will!

I know, and that does fill

Me inside with chill

Anticipation, fear, and thrill.

© Darren White