The Safe Haven

 

Can I crawl up, 

             Into your bed, 

          And curl so? 

            Perhaps even held by your arms? 

Can I furl in, 

    and breathe again, 

        even if only for a moment's alarm? 

Might I even lay my soul to rest, 

   So I never have to go back? 

Or might we just simply do our best

  and forget all that we lack? 

Can I take you up 

   and be a little spoon? 

Can I rest for once in your sheets and skin 

  

and maybe even weep under our Guiding Moon? 

If you cried with me, 

  I promise I would wipe them away.

As the same I cry now, 

  Nerves rot with the dismay. 

Crying though, 

  Doesn't it help? 

I don't know if you've tried it so? 

but I do know, if I could snuggle up in, 

  There's a chance to heal my soul.