What Could Be

15 Feb 2001

I heard a song;
lilting and haunting
it followed me down into sleep
where it found me, innocent,
and wrapped in slumberous joy.
It coiled about me, sweetly,
and found the gentle child
in my arms, from this heart
to entice me into love.
Turning, I found you there
strong, able and gentle;
your arms enfolding me,
promising protection
sweet surrender
and unconditional love
as I melted into your soul – 
gave myself to your care.
I have naught but this creature
who shivers with fear
and hides behind the wall
of brutal truth and aggressive demeanor;
that which sends them running,
keeps me safe
alone.
Yet, you held these idiosyncrasies close
cherished them as part of me
loved them for making me unique
and encouraged the eccentricities,
and difficulties,
that I am.
I heard a song;
haunting and melodious
it followed me from sleep
to remind me
of what could be. 


© 2001, Tara Tambolleo