If you were the moon as I wake you would know the secrets to my soul.
If you were the star in my dark skies, the secrets to my heart you would know.
If you were the pillow where I sleep,
my dreams would be yours to keep.
If you were my cover as I collapse,
the coldness you could warm.
If you were the whispers of my thoughts,
You could see the beauty that I have sought.
And the battles I have fought.
Karen Hayward ©2016