North Star

Come to me on rainy days, with rainbows in your hair. Come to me in many ways, in weather foul or fair. Come to me in Broadway lights and strut upon your stage. Come to me in big sound bites, let words run off the page. Come to me on windy days, when banshees howl and scream. Come to me in silent ways, like the whisper of a dream. Come to me when least expected, when my need is keenly felt. Come to me when I'm dejected, when the cards are badly dealt. Come to me as bold as brass, let me see your strumpet. Come to me kicking ass and blowing your own trumpet. Come to me in the still, small hour, when I am full of doubt. Cool me like an April shower, wash my demons out. Come to me when all seems lost, like a barque on a cruel sea, helpless, adrift, rudderless and tossed. For God's sake, come to me.