Hands

take my hand

we can run through the dark

through the sad

with the lost

we can wander

and never be found

we can fly 

and reach the clouds

finding dreams

we thought we had lost

take my hand

i won't let you fall

i'll help you stand again

climb to the top

look out on those who couldn't look beyond

hold tight to the dream

that even you couldn't see

will you offer yours

as i walk along the barren shore

as i desert the home i knew

running from the pain i felt

searching for love

wondering what the world will offer

my feet slipping on the dew slicked grass

sweating hands losing their grasp

will you offer yours 

when the world begins to crumble 

and all else fails

when its just you and me 

when the fear of the unknown 

is conquered by the fear of the known

when nightmares enter dreams

burning the clouds 

swallowing the seas

can we survive

against the burning

against the inevitable end

will we die hand in hand 

or fingers out stretched

yearning for the safety

of a familiar grasp

take my hand

and offer me yours

together we can survive

the inevitable end 

of the lives we have led

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and hopeful poem. My Grandparent stayed together 70 years. They always held hands. The poem described where two became one for the journey of life. These are the lucky people. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Leslie Philibert]

a poem that impresses with honesty and observation !

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Reads like a book...
a short story of sort...
as I went about the lines...
gives the reader a sense of inhibition...
as you go about telling us...
within each moment that passes...