Flights of fantasy

in dreams and such.

I comfort him

as hands do touch.

 

My love evades

Bounds and lines

I will comfort him

For he is mine

 

His sadness sometimes

Slowly creeps

When I comfort him

It neer does sneak

 

His eyes may fill

Remorse and fright.

Still I comfort him

The long cold night

 

In a better world

we would be near,

distance I comfort

in spite of fear.

 

I miss his laugh

Long for a grin

comforting I find

peace within

 

Yet, Afraid am I

for my hand too, needs hold

Will he comfort me

when Ive grown old?