–…we let loose of everything
One breathless night he whispers
Should I be afraid?
Aren’t we all,
Spinning through the black of dreams
Unaware of what might land next
A derecho or a fire
A war outside raging within.
Earth sheds us before we know
Who we are. I am holding on
So hard my hands hurt.
They burn. So do we.
Breathe on them, baby, while we can.
key words: Bruce Springsteen, night, dreams, fear