rogen of the night
As I drift into the bottomless pit
known as sleep
The last few images on my mind
Are of you and the times we spent together,
You resting in my arms like a newborn child
Resting in its mothers arms
Crying for fear of being released.
But just like the baby
You left my arms after time
Leaving me afraid and scared
As I stood back watching you from a far
Hoping you will make all the right choices in life
And the doubts you have for your self
Will pass in time.
((thank you all for taking the time to read please leave a post letting me know what you think))
The wise man is the storm prays God,not for safety from danger,but for deliverance from fear.It is the storm within which endangers him,not the storm without.
~~Ralh Waldo Emerson~~
[This message has been edited by rogen of the night (edited 09-13-99).]