At Night...
when dark would
utter bout my fears..
and when my beats stops,
Will u be my Spark?
To guard me out through the fear.

At Day...
when life would
be numb due to..
memories so alive,
Will u be my Charm?
To absorb the bitterness
of my Life.

At Home,
when the walls will
remind me of ur face...
holds the image of urs,
Will u be my Wish?
To help me grant a moment with u.

At Death,
when my soul will
heed for ur name...
and my tears will be dry,
Will u be my Bed?
To help me sleep peacefully ever.

Rather,
Again at Night when  
dark talks bout fear...
I'll discover u in words
and enfold in my rhymes
to utter u million times...
without asking u,
Will u be my Poem?