Holding Water Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Meet me at the babbling brook
Nearby the magnolia tree
Under the bough we once mistook
For a nectarine canopy
When you gave yourself up to me

Lull those sweet dreams inside my lair
With a pensive intensity
Shadow us mute with your rogue hair
Executing love's destiny
You will always be dear to me

Haunt the refuge of these dark days
Your sudden demise cannot free
Patterns in a world where souls stray
Temperature's rising degree
A life of living hell for me.