'Voyages'

I looked for you in the night
like a swimmer searching for a lost diver
I glimpse your face in the dim light
like a blind fish in dark water
I reach for you and hold you
and feel the lonely throb of old sorrows
tremble from your heart

my hands
gentle as the hands of prayer
summon the cool peace of empty cathedrals
to soothe you,
stroke your face, your hair
like the whisper of a breeze at evening...
and now that you smile
we drift together
to the warm house of sleep

and it's only love moves through me
nothing less
nothing more
and it's only love that frees us
guides us on all our calm or troubled voyages
to a safe and friendly shore.