At Last

I see him in my dreams,
holding out his hand to me,
telling me that everything
will be okay.

Tall and trim and strong
and masculine, a growing
heat from hand to hand
becomes a joining band
of energy.

Simple yet intelligent,
easy going and content,
laughter ringing through
our childhood songs.

And so he comes -
to bring me home
at last...

? Michaelette ?

3/28/2002
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Take me home . . .