Out of the Night

A cry rent the night.
The Russians were ravaging
the town sparing no one
not even the youngest girl child.

I was running
running through the streets,
running through the night,
for my life.
Darting around a corner
I was caught.

I heard a voice,
his voice
whispering: wake up, my Love,
you were dreaming.
Take my hand,
you are safe here with me.

In his arms
his steady heart beat
calming my trembling body
I slept.

In the morning I awoke
alone
my pillow wet with tears.