2.2.07

Comfort


When everyone has gone to sleep
and you are wide awake,
there's no one left to tell your troubles to.
Just an hour ago
you were listening to their voices,
lilting like a river over underground,
and the light from downstairs
came up soft like daybreak,
dimly as the heartache of a lonely child.

If you can't remember a better time
you can have mine,
little one.
In days to come,
when your heart feels undone,
may you always find an open hand.

Take comfort wherever you can,
you can,
you can.
And oh, it's a strange place.
And oh, everyone with a different face.

But, just like you thought when you stopped here to linger,
we're only as separate as your little fingers.
So, cry. Why not? We all do.
And turn to one you love.
And smile a smile that lights up all the room.
Follow your dreams in through every out door,
it seem that's what we're here for.

And when you can't remember a better time,
you can have mine,
little one.
In days to come,
when your heart feels undone,
may you always find an open hand.
Take comfort
There is comfort.
Take comfort wherever you can,
you can,
you can.

Deb Talan, Comfort

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