The offer of a miracle

the hand that you reach for to be reassured the shoulder you cry on the love that you rest on, when hope falls away under your feet – could be mine the gaze that you’re lost in the invisible thread that lifts you up on a thought of connection, the words you reflect on – they could be mine take one heart and feed it with love inspiration be your blood and there might be a shooting star to let me know that you are safe and sound Do the thoughts that surround you bring you peace? Did the night light up to guide you back to me? Cause I’ll look after you and make the load lighten, stars brighten where you are. The strength you borrow when your body is spent – it could be mine the lips that you’re drawn to the arms that catch you the calm that drapes you when you sleep – all of them could be mine I’ve enough to give you and always will nothing short of a miracle