As I walk arm-in-arm with my heart,

I ask her my anxious questions:

“How do you feel?”, “Are you okay?”, “Are you taken care of?” 

My heart softly chuckles her reply, 

but it’s too quiet to hear;

All I know is that she said something pleasant,

and I lose all my black fear. 

My heart extends her loving, white hand,

She pulls me in her arms;

“Everything will be all right, dear,

Everything and all.”

I’m filled with rushing white relief,

Life goes on in this light world;

She smiles at me, beaming like the peaceful moon.

My heart and I try to keep our gentle steps aligned

So that we will not fall.