hold on my heart

caught between shadow and light

Whispers in the dark
hold on my heart
shadows dancing on the wall
again slowly… we fall

candle light burns down
hearts beating is the only sound
southern breeze comes in the window
stirring emotions, starting their flow

wrapping us in passion’s smoke
as each ember is stroked
breaths are too far, too few
in between them we always knew

love grew when it was long ago planted
only within the heart do we understand it
we got lost in the moonlight
us, the stars and fireworks took flight

we entwined, in that immortal love
holding on as we soared so far above
it was a one of those dreams that came true
later… i knew

rain fell like tears from heaven
once again it was the twelfth of never
i get to say i once truly loved someone
i’m sad it is over before it had really begun

know i am not lost, i am just alone
I like that, it’s right where i know i belong
as night again comes to a close it’s enough
in my dreams i wish you that security you wanted so much

11 April 2020

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I don’t own the images, I found them on the internet and wanted to share them

9 thoughts on “hold on my heart”

  1. As hard as it is dear lady it pushes us to look deeper, to that place where a love gently waits to free us. A very beautiful love that no words can ever measure. And it also awaits those very people who ask us to look deeper too. They are there for us with great love.
    Painful, yes. Loving, oh most certainly, and a freedom like no other.
    Beautiful poem mary, from someone who I feel has already touched it in the shadows to let you know it is near 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋

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    1. 🙂 as I think most life is , I guess one learns to let go… and then figure out how to take the first step back to living …
      I hope you are Well in your neck of the woods …as it seems to be crazier than normal these days

      Be Well…Take Care…You Matter…

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    1. Thank You for stopping by, I appreciate you doing so.
      sorry for taking so long to get back, my grandson had his official graduation, its been a long week 🙂
      I hope you come back to read my thoughts again 🙂
      Take Care…You Matter…

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  2. The same yesterday,today,and no doubt tomorrow……such insights and honesty flow. This poem stirs parallel images of my own experience. Cruel and hard they were. I cannot,nor would not, change their storm-born outcome.
    They made me.

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    1. i have not ever wanted to change any part of whats made me , me today… some would say crazy, lols, but if i had not walked the path, felt all the moment had to give me, i would surely have had to do it again, and i did not want to do it again… i like your description of “their Storm-born outcome” i relate to that more than you could know, i think i became the storm … life gives the most unusual gifts for us to use, the path continues when we learn to be grateful for them



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