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By Echolocation Date: 2002 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.10.11.34.19662]] |
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When the nameless terror comes I reach out and your warmth comforts me Fear batters itself in vain outside the shield of your love Like a moth in the night against a glass door Lost in the darkness of nightmare Your eyes are a candle in the window, leading me home Evil dreams cannot come within the circle of your arms Though they pace like hyenas beyond a ring of firelight Phantom miseries performing a danse macabre Scatter like dry leaves before your quiet, steadfast gaze Empty posturing ghosts, their frantic wailings fade, Silenced by your softest whispered word You give me a safe place to stand From which I can touch the stars |