The Last Day
I have often thought
On silver-mist hazed days,
Punctuated by the soft beat of the rain on the glass:
What would I whisper to you
Huddled close under a collapsed wall, and
Clutching you tight,...
Your Security
The lights go out. As the world burns down. I'm looking at you. But you make no sound. I see the chaos of those in the streets. I cling to you. It's you that I need. You are mine. And will always be.
The Angel In The Midst
Someone once asked me,
What would you do,
If the world was ending. And my first thought was of you. My heart started pounding and my mind ran away,
To that desolate future where I find you one day.