Dearest, 
For one moment 
Rest 
The machine in your head. 

Sometimes it seems 
So overwhelming, I know -
Those thoughts thinking 
Way too fast, 
Exploring all sorts 
Of dark passageways. 

And sometimes 
You think those passageways 
Are the vesicles 
Of your heart,
And at the depth of you 
Is a crypt 
Where there is something 
On which
You should never ever look. 

No, no, no, 
Hear me now child of love, 
This is not your heart 
But cobwebs 
Made to look 
Like fearful things. 

Your heart is beside you now 
Beautiful child, 
She stands with you
In the space of always. 
And if there are cobwebs 
She loves them.
And if there are fearful things 
She holds them in her arms 
And loves them too. 

Dearest,
Do not believe the world 
That says you’re lost 
To She 
Who loves you always. 
Do not believe that world 
High on separate thought.
Feel instead 
The warmth 
That stands beside you always.

Dearest, 
You are loved by She
 
And truly,
It can be 
No other way.