In Her Hands Poem by Mark Trajano

Reality has become a luxury
that eyes of mine melt
recognizing at a distance, beauty.
Love what has been dealt.

Blown into the winds, words whispered with wings
settle in our ears
dancing like fairies, in the sweet evenings.
No more room for tears.

I hold her hand warmly through these passages
as firm as I can
walking through great snow and rain- such stages.
Face what is given.