In a dark time

In a dark time, my heart is nourished

by dreams that lull me into a soft sleep

forgetting all of the ills of a disconcerting

world.

 

In a dark time, my heart is nourished

by your touch

every so gently as you reach

to grasp my hand

drowning in your own

sadness.

 

In a dark time, my heart is nourished

by the call of my name

like an owl in the middle of the night

seeking its prey

while all the night creatures

scuttle about.

 

In a dark time, my heart is nourished

by the silent tears

of all those around me

who go about their

days unnoticed

not mattering.

 

In a dark time, my heart is nourished

by the glance you give me

across the table

knowing that it holds

the ancient pains

of a soul lost in a distant

time.

 

In a dark time, my heart is nourished

by my own pain and sorrow

held deep within

seeking an exit

to heal a vast humanity.

 

In a dark time, my heart is nourished

by the pain and strife

of a hurting world

who knows only division

while rhetorically speaking of its

wholeness.

 

In a dark time, my heart is nourished.

 

You are my hope.

You nourish me.

Take my hand.

Don’t let it go.

 

You nourish me.

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