perchance to dream

Who has emptied you Rose?
What foul wind has evaporated your hope?
What din drowns the song sung over
and over and over and over you?

Was there not once a glimmer?
I can see it behind your eyes, read it
between the lines –
the faint flicker, far and forgotten.

To whom was your prayer directed?
To whom did you lift your hands?
On whose shoulder did you lay your head back down
and pray to be only His?

Bare your soul, He knows who you are
Like me, He hurts for you tonight
and wants you to feel more than music.
He longs to fill you Rose.