Hold You

Hold You

Bare shouldered summer
Stands in her golden field
Listening to the deathfalls of winter
She plucks two stalks of wheat
To slip under the pillow of her exile

What shall I hold to comfort me
While seasons swim around the sun
And I wait in loveless meadows
For footsteps I won’t hear again?
I’ll hold your name, your name, your name.

Started 8.10.06
Finished 10.23.06
Edited 7.27.15!!!

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