Rest your head

            in my aging bosom

let not the bleeding

            from your consuming sorrows

build any barrier

            for our timeless skins

which please feel, and remember often

            when we are not near

so that no fears, no anxieties

            may seep through

into the night of your imaginings

            and when sadness talks loudest

remember my rhythm

            of silence and blood

and when success and joy

            take you to a pinnacle

high above the clouds

            to a place where I am not

bring me there, sometimes

            so I may know you best

as one whose wholeness

            was my salvation