By Echolocation
Date: 2002 Jan 10
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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