To Hold You Poem by Frank Bana

Fall back, human race, time to let the birds free
Sleep and be woken on carpets of green
I used to fly hemispheres, I lost my wings
Yet life burns so sweetly whenever it sings

Rising up, empty view, if my body feels good
In the arms of the dawn, embraced by the shade
Wrapped in cotton cloth, a hand full of seeds
Stepping out to sow butterflies among the weeds

No Mount Fuji water, no Jamaican rum
The terminals closing, the skyways are clear
We're begging and sharing our local supplies
There's no importation, the customs are bare

I play kitchen radio, political talk
I shave and shower daily, permitted to walk
The rhymes fill my footsteps, words dance and say
If it were not for you I'd live always this way

I wait for the doctor, wait for Jesus to call
Expecting the best of news, lifting the veil
I'm a patient old man and a restless small boy
I broke up my train set, the trains run no more

Jesus rose, leaving his friend vilified
So we wrestle today with our enemy blind
How shall we reckon these deaths with the Lord
The last-day creation of an unyielding god

How do you stay strong, dear, night after night
And yet you stay strong, I ask how do I
Perfect and perform all it takes and requires
To sanctify love and to keep us alive

I wash my hands, heart, like a padre these days
Sunlight will distil water pure from the haze
I call the stars, beg the moon, with all my guile
To deliver this song to hold you for a while.