I have come a ways, alone, he said
A dream once spoke to me of you
When I was still a youth I saw it lead me to this place
where you and I could walk and share this path
of life and light and love and truth
She was not sure, for there had been so many more
who spoke of dreams that turned into a neverending night of hurt
and pain and loss of hope
But something held her hand that always pushed
Something in the kindness of his eyes
Something in the softness of his touch
She sensed a spirit beating in his heart
That had the strength of many thousand souls
And so, she held her hand with bated breath
allowed herself the comfort of his warmth
and calmed herself with words
He whispered softly to the night
She knew the evil ones would stay away
As she listened to the beauty of his song
Yet, always ready
With the hand
To push
In case
She found
That she was wrong.

Mizanagheezhick