Contributed by Donald J. Cutler

Like rivers on a windowsill on a rain swept night,
My heart captures all the pools
Where it holds them tight.

More precious than all the gold
In all the world’s streams.
These treasures are but trinkets
When you are in my dreams.

My heart sometimes feels bursting
With all the fullness held,
All the feelings that I keep
Deep in my heart’s wall.

My soul will never search again
In fruitless restless flight,
Because I hold you in my arms
And you are mine tonight.