Dry your eyes, dear.
My heart is your tissue.
Allow me to soak up your anguish.
Your tears can be the spring rain.
I will be the daffodil reaching up,
Opening my head to you.
You will see that the product of your fear is
Positive love in my eyes.
Rest your head upon my lap.
Speak your pain if you want,
The silence you wear like
A wet donkey jacket, is a diary in itself.
I can turn your pages and
Show you that the future isn’t as
Smudged as today or yesterday.
Now, stand and face the shadows,
I’ll be by your side,
With the sun scorching our backs.
You will want to recoil from
The crouching figures, but,
Who ever learns that they can see in the dark
If they never turn the light off,
Every once in a while.