The night wanes,
well beyond the normal hour,
on the tube,
means nothing but the time of hour.
A drastic change,
I’ll go forward knowing love,
a healthy response to imagery.
If I could listen all the night,
if music would take me where I need
to be in her arms,
then perhaps I might never sleep again.
I have found a need
to protect myself,
perhaps painful to the eye,
yet security in my own response to loss.
I want to be having found the days
where fear and anxiety moves beyond
the current state of mind,
to accept the beauty her heart does provide.
I want to know her … forever.