My Love
some nights
in my dreams
I am all alone
searching
down lonely streets
in the rain.
I hear your voice
far in the distance
and even though
I shiver with cold
your voice
keeps calling me
begging me
not to be afraid . . .
You are there
waiting
your warm blanket
of love
an umbrella
your arms and lips
my home.
Joanne Cucinello 2009
