Heart In Hand
I ask the sky but the height I cannot hear,
Who is holding her hand?
Who has something so dear?
No longer vigil for the impossible is a deep fear,
Dream a kiss on lips and a wipe of a cheek tear,
No answers but the obvious can be seen here,
Is it a number that is dictated by the year?
Never had a chance for happiness with you near,
Floating feather wisped by the wind and disappears.
Copyright © Corwin Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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