Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Quiet at the end of my bed

There is a hand
to hold
when no one is watching.

A boy
who will dance unashamedly
in the dark.

Whatever you need.

it takes to get you through.

His hand you will hold.
When you weep.
When you smile.

In thick and thin.

Until the end of time.

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