I stood beside the hand I held
And saw it tell a story
It spoke of years when time was young
And the years in sun and glory
It stroked my hair, and with a twist
Touched my elbow then my shoulder
Romance became companionship
As the two of us grew older
Sometimes I thought I’d lose that hand
It left through open door
As it walked away, I turned and thought
I’ll hold that hand no more
Time passed by that open door
In a haze I saw the hand
Walk under the porte corchere
To the courtyard where I stand
I felt a crisp and ardent feeling
Indescribable to me
With fingers interlaced –
We strolled the beach-front,
To the sea.
first published on cosmofunnel.com
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