A Union of Hands

a union of hands resemble, ribbons entwined
soft white cotton sheets, still shadow our outline
invited to fall or fly for surrenders design
gifts of faded silver and rings of gold beg for the blind

a season brings forth death in winters prime
life lines tangles my heart, even destiny can't find
defeated sings strong, where do our hearts stand
the light of truth takes command, dividing our hands

refusing your suffrage, my tears are a mirror
put away until the reflection is clear
isolation stalks my dreams, where you still reach for me
just another call in the dark bottomless sea

my heart still shines to desire
hope, for the last true believer's
survivor and forever
it burns my face bright, to gaze in their fire light

no more soft whisper's or deafening demands
this careless reminisce flows over fingers like sand
and still I lie, not to love him again
my Love lies, there in his hands


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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