Let Me Be Held When The Longing Comes

Let me be held when the longing comes

by you

yours the arms, yours the tenderabstract willow

breath.

Tumble down into the quiet dark

of this embrace

night is come again.

Stay a little longer,

for no other reason than it is

good not to be alone always

let there be a song of remembering and not knowing

what is there except

a warmth and a blossom

of a feeling, sweetly,

gladly, home.

–Stephany