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Vardry Spencer

Hold my Hand

Hold my hand in the morning, when
all is quiet and you can hear the music
of my heart singing our song, our words,
natural melodies like those of Robins
and Red Birds, words that ignore time
and hurl us into the midst of gentle feelings
of love, cool love, love relaxed like early
morning leaves blowing in the wind.

Hold my hand at noon when sun is blazing,
when no shade can hide our scorching love,
when feeling is at its greatest height,
when all stands naked and revealed in its
dazzling light. And though the world may
not understand it, they will feel our heat as
we pass by; and though they think it is the
sun, we shall know it is our hearts, our love.

Hold my hand at night when sun no longer
lights the path but love shines through and
brightens up the night. For in that hour when
eyes cannot see through lonely space, we shall
see it all, and feel it all from inside glowing
hearts made pure from loving. Reach into the
dark and velvet haze and touch my hand that we
may be one flesh, one love, not fooled by eyes
drenched in blinding colors of confusion and
doubt and need to prove the mystery.

Hold my hand in yours and walk with me out-
side of time and flesh and limitation, where
death no longer cuts away the dream; where
time no longer tarnishes the moment; where
gravity must cease and all things drift along
the weightless current outside of destiny
where love is free to be, and we are free to
be in love forever.