Hold Me Now

Sleep falls quietly and soft.

Oh tenderness of gentle touch.

Oh Sweet words whispered in my ear

Ever so much to which I hold.

Always that remains, so much to hold, so much to endear.

I kiss now the stark silence with pursed lips.

I chase the moon shadows of sleepy night.

I watch the ocean swells and see the sinking ships.

Hold my hand I say, let me now see your eyes.

Touch me tender, and leave me not alone to die.

Hold my hand till mornings delicate light.

Teach me again by your love that I may once more fly.

J. Allen Wilson © 6/10/2010