Come to me in the silence
of the night.
Come to me in the quietness
of a dream.
Come to me with black cloak
and reaper's scyth as bright,
as sunlight on a stream.
Come to me in tears of memory,
and hope,
and love of unfinished years.
Yet come to me in dreams,
that I may live my life again.
Come close,
speak low,
wipe your tear,
for we are together,
pulse for pulse,
breath for breath.
