You
entwine
with my mind.
So comforting,
that sweet hum, warm and kind.
Your voice in the night, to me brings
gentle flutters, midnight butterfly wings.
Though I couldn't see, in my lonely heart I knew.
A reunion, as you would softly sing.
In my dreams, the memory clings.
Sleep and death, a fine line.
Not frightening,
as it binds,
and finds
you.