Come to Me

                                Come to Me

Come to me mournfully as the grey sky of evening settles heavily into the darkness of night.

Come to me blissfully ready to dine on lofty bread and yeasty wine.

Come to me softly when the fingers of dawn stretch across the broad horizon.

Come to me quickly when your salted tears tell the tale of a battered heart.

Come to me joyfully with your gleeful laughter that paints my world.

Come to me in surrender to rest your tired head upon my shoulder.

Just come to me...

and I will hold you.

first drafted  2008

revised        2013