On My Journey

On my journey through the woods,

I know I shouldn’t but I would

Be involved by senseless fears,

That would trick my mind and ears.



On my journey through the river,

The icy water made me shiver;

Felt cold and was loosing strength

Could not even reach the river bend.



When I least expected a hand

Pulled me up to the river sand,

Helped me get a grip and stand up,

Quietly built a fire to warm me up.



The night came, the crescent moon,

But you stood by me, in the gloom.

Tenderness found lying on your chest,

Serenity put my fears to rest.