where have you sought protection?

when I wasn't there to offer my embrace

in what corners have you quietly shed your tears?

when my shoulders were cold and unworthy.

with whom have you shared your wins?

when my ears had never conceived thoughts of the echo of your voice 

tell me, whose hands cared for your wounds?

when mine trembled, for they heard a faraway call

again, In whose ears did you seal your secrets?

when mine yearned for purpose, something to live for 

whose eyes did your presence give color?

when mine stayed open, seeing and lifeless

in whose arms did you feel warmth, little bird?

when mine hung from my shoulders, unused and in earnest.

  I long to say the words “fear not, I am here now”

but we both know that time has held us Captive. I can't stay long

but while there still exists a chance that my eyes behold you

while there's reason for my ears to sing at the sound of your voice's melodies

while my hands still crave to keep you close and caress you gently

bid my heart quiet, and in the silence I'll still stand still. always at the ready.