The sound of her whispered care,
fills my mind, banishing the shadow.
Such things as walls breached, darkness flees
and my world is filled with her face.
Hammering, thundering, tearing in my chest,
my heart sounds its own call.
My throat a desert, dry and locked.
I can hardly make sound to answer.
Arms so tired, tremble to be drawn around her,
and my hands shake for her touch,
my lips her skin.
Tonight I have but one prayer, reverently repeated.
Let last night be not a dream.