Frances

Can you sing me a song, one that lasts all night long
and comforts me, when I can’t sleep.
Will you hold me so gently, almost incidentally
and not remonstrate, should I weep.

Would you whisper above me, that you really love me
interspersing each word, with a kiss;
make each syllable seem, like a separate dream,
full of tenderness, caring and bliss.

Would you slowly undress me and - sighing - caress me,
ignoring the scars in my mind.
Treat my imperfections, as though predilections,
that you are enchanted to find.

Will you help me to heal, understand and make real,
the emotions that baffle me so.
Would you set my soul free, but remain the trustee,
that will keep it and never let go.

Will you never deceive me, abandon and leave me
to fend for myself, all alone.
Would you promise to stay, will you go all the way,
though the path that I choose be unknown.

Can we lay here together and stay here forever
and then, maybe, add one more day.
I would live, love and die, say my final goodbye
with you, when this old world fades away.

Chris Birrane © 2012