As I started along the path with you
the light was so bright
and there was a gentle breeze
whisking me along the path
at a gentle skip.
and the air chilled.
The way grew dark and I couldn’t see you near me,
but I knew you were there still.
As the darkness lingered,
I was less certain . . .
I couldn’t feel your hand in mine
and the sound of your breathing
was lost to the night sounds
from wildlife lurking near.
I thought my heart would stop for sure,
but then the moon began to glow brightly
with the promise of rest
to strengthen me for
a new day.
By Martha L Shaw Copyright 12-17-2012