Second Lining
Stars reflect on your pillow
As the curtain is drawn
Silent motion in song
As you bathe in your mirror
The water will rise
With little surprise
As you welcome this animal
With patience and poise;
Weeping as it destroys
Calm the eye of my hurricane
As you wrestle with fear
Still, I know you’ll be here
Copyright © 2007 Mike Vasas. All Rights Reserved.