Shaken, afraid, I hold you
Helpless here inside my arms.
Lost in that frail dignity
Of trust, you sleep - and I try
To take you into my warmth
And the warmth of the fire's glow.
Nothing I can say, or do,
Will come to change anything.
If you should waken, thunder
Breaking into my whisper
Like words I can scarcely mean -
Child, what shall I say to you?
You lie there so lost and still,
Your small hot hand clenched in mine
With a wavering purpose.
I can only hold you close,
Too terrified to listen
To your breath's short rise and fall.
Or my own, held silent here
In the darkness, surrendered
To what takes and moves to prayer
The heart afraid of sleep where
Night could fall, your cry unheard.
Or betray some quieter fear.
Cold, sudden, the wind blows through.
Outside the storm awakens
A trespass into spaces
Irresolute and starless
As the night, dimmed and immense.
And there are no answers. No.