Thunderstorms still scare me,
so uncontrollable and startling. I like to lock me door against the rain and keep my light turned on, remembering all those times I silently held on to my mom, her warm arms shielding me from the danger so recently discovered in the word "alone".

I am still just one little girl
wishing she could run in to someone's arms for refuge from the storm.
It's raging just inside my walls,
beating against my heart and raining woes, searching for a warmth to call my own.

So arms are discovered,
found infinitely large and never abandoning, inviting me in to stay and share a dream with Him,
to have my heart beat
beat with Him.

I'm watching the fear of "alone" disappear.

You told me you dreamt of me last night.
Though it seems strange,
a dream of waking.

You said I slept beside you
in the morning light.
And you lied there,
just enjoying.

Then you woke me,
in your sleep,
with a gentle kiss,
and you held me close to your beating heart.

I love how these dreams draw us
close together,
even while we sleep apart.