She Winks at Me and I Suspect the Best

for she who is hope to me

Though at the darkest hour more wide awake
As here at midnight I keep watch alone
Than any blazing noon which I have known
Is this a dream? A nightmare? A mistake?
I ask with but the moon to answer me
Alone at midnight only destiny
With me and she seems fickle company
Yet here she is albeit in disguise

I have been young and jaded old and wise
Now only lonely I face and embrace
This only woman who still understands
Me as I was and am and in her hands
Is what remains of that which I will be

She keeps the future secret locked with bands
Of steel and she is sworn not to reveal
The mystery of what will be but she
Is smiling as she draws me to her breast
She winks at me and I suspect the best

+Steven Curtis Lance



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