Reverie

God whispers to me so I can withstand
the reality that I cannot bear;
Missing your laughter, the touch of your hand,
our simple togetherness we once shared.
But something intrudes and makes me feel cold
A powerful force attempting to pull
me back from my prayer that we will grow old
together. Doubts leave me less than hopeful.
The night's icy air surrounds me but still
the wind's a vessel of your voice to me:
"I'm right here, love. Feel warmth inside the chill
Breathe the sigh between us -- our reverie."
No man, or vain tempest can interfere
with God's whisper that keeps you here.