To take, to hold
It in your hand
A fragile hope
From shifting sands
To blow a wish
Beyond what time
It took to kiss
And wish you mine
To laugh, to crave
To whisper lust
Where all that stayed
Has turned to dust
And dance with demons
Around this fire
To hold up reasons
To deny
The love I hold
Cupped in this palm
Will stand before you
Without qualm
Will stand and wait
For just one word
A look, a touch
To say you’ve heard-
To say you hear
My mournful cries
To say you’re here
To stay the night
To take, to hold
To not ask why.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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