Cold became hands not held upon
leaving my Nirvana
With every stretch of road distance
became reality and my heart sank
A few hundred miles later, my world
has changed with the landscape and
I am pressed to breathe again of
peace and you
Yet your voice is heard and it speaks
of what was and what is yet to come
Just two words that fill my soul with
hope and cause: Hold to...
Hold to the whispers soft that are you,
that keep me
Hold to what was shared for it brought
closer what we thought was close yet
found we have so much more than just
the physical to be embraced
Hold to your scent that was and still
is all mine, for it is my breath of life
Though loneliness wages its campaign again
Hold to when it was and is just a passing
thought, for much better days await us
Though weeds may grow at my feet, I shall hold to
the Garden of Eden that sits just outside
my grasp for now, it is there my first high
of Caffeine was born and sipped with you
and I shall drink slowly soon of us again
Hold to the softness of you and white sheets
that made up our canvas of love and love was
painted with deep strokes of passion
Hold to my very need that holds to you when
reality bites off a piece of our hearts that
we shall mend and make new and pure again
Hold to and fast as storms become what we
both shall face in the days ahead where we
cannot be, but not for long
For I am there and you shall remain here
Where every breath is of you and our thoughts
become what we...Hold To
