On the map of your soul,
please mark the way
with bright signs that I can't miss.
Paint the door a strong color --
red, perhaps, or yellow --
so I will know when I have found you.
Brew coffee; set out mugs, cream
and a bowl brimming with sugar.
Turn up the music so I can hear the slide guitar
and the groove of the bass line.
Don't let me wander up and down
dark, unfamiliar streets to wonder
if I really heard your voice
or if it was just a dream, or the horn
of an angry truck driver.