T. Alfred Norman
If I Still Held Your Hand - Poem by T. Alfred Norman
If I still held your hand, I would make you melt,
Your dreams would be mine and in time we would stand,
As strong as the oaks by mountains of love, and rivers of truth
Rush with hope to eternal youth.
A dream reaching out, towards each other,
Desperate to grasp this life and its meaning
But what's the bother, taken for granite, our brief moments never waken
Shores of singleness, hollow endured, Dirges soothe the heart's
Illusions of my departed meadowlark..
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