Again I wake at four,
and face the open door
to another world I see,
and the two will meet for me.
I rise and walk to meet,
step following step my feet
carry me on from this world
to the next, and I am held
with love, hand in hand
we cross the bridge and stand
together, my shadow and me,
face to face, and I see
she is no stranger
but my friend.
I embrace her;
hold her;
face her
and weep
the tears of joy,
that seep
and flow
like the river
below,
washing Fear
ever
faster to the sea,
away from me.
Nocturnal Journey