Within my sleepless dream
You walked, and prayed
To stay the restless
Discontent of night.

And when my sadness
Softened me, you made
A last attempt
To free my soul from flight.

But when I cried and
Spoke to you of love,
You did not shrink,
Nor my heart did you shame;

So I, in humble
Honesty must move
With newly healed heart,
No longer lame.

Robert Macbride - 1992 ©