COME WITH ME

Whisper your dreams,

and wish them farewell,

and come with me,

we will not fail.

We have the night,

blessed and free,

and I will go to be with thee.

I'll follow you and look into your heart,

and we'll  find a name,

a rose, a life of a sort.

You and I,

placidly strive to be,

to say, we have arrived,

not by mortal man's indenture,

but by God's own hand, lifted....

And, come again, this starless night, for love

is not lost, nor arms folded way,

to deny the promise of one more day.

Take this my good, my passion, my need

to feel and say again,

friend of mine,

I am here, and it is time.

B.J. McCall

May 20, 1999