She felt him holding her hand
Then he was gone
His touch had been light
Feather-like
Dancing streams of daylight
In her world
Then gone
Taken
Removed without heart it seemed
She thought about that hand later
And wondered why
He’d ever held hers at all
Strange to think of that now
Much later
A recurring thought
It’s true
Holding someone’s hand
And believing it could be true
But a hand is not a relationship
That requires much more
Although it seemed like
Wait, none of that
They were satellites
Nothing more
Another time
Another place
Another shore
Can’t wait
Wanting more
Just a hand
Offering less
Confusion
Just a test
Hating this
A tide needs more than a hand
To guide it back to shore.
He was entranced
It was a word not often heard
But entranced he was.
Her energy beguiling
It held his attention and pulled him in
A sweet surrender
Her voice, her smile
Her laughter even more
It caught and turned his head
Bringing forth his own smile
Shamelessly.
He could never look away for long
His gaze always returning
To her.
She did not know of course
Could not know
How much he craved her touch
But could not
For reasons never articulated
Reach for.
But still her entrancing presence called
And he returned
But could not
Would not
Move too close
Not yet.
It’s a strange thing, this love
Crazy, mad, unexpected
It crashes on through in a moment of time
Through a glance or a voice heard projected
Its force like a truck
Driven into a wall
It can leave you all in pieces
Or it cracks you wide open
And shows you more
Of what’s within
The craziness deepens
Or sometimes it sneaks up on you real slow
You don’t hear or see its sly coming
You only realise too late that you’re in
Love has hit you
It’s really quite stunning
Inconvenient, messy
Your sanity’s undoing
You’re tied up in its silken cords
Love has your mind all terribly mangled
No breathing space it will afford.
Quick or slow
When you’re in, you’re in
There’s no escape for you at that point
Defences are useless
Previous balance outdated
You cannot stay the old course.
Love is love
It cares not, you see
For the opinions or judgements of others
It has its own way
Its own path to follow
It will not be brought down by others.
It is neither sensible nor wise
It doesn’t care for that stuff
It’s more interested in the heart of the matter
It’s the heart where it lives
This love, you know
Its influence can be quite scattered
Big or small love
Does it even matter
How or why or when
For a stranger glimpsed across a crowded room
Or for an old friend, with a glance, just then
The devastation of course
Is the opposite of love
When left behind or maybe forgotten
Its desertion can tear you from limb to limb
Once again, all sanity forgotten
To love is to trust
That all will be well|
When it all seems so very unlikely
But love doesn’t care about rational thought
It doesn’t care if it looks unsightly
That old couple who walk slowly in the rain
Ponderous, bent and slow
Their hands entwined
Their bodies leaned in
They still whisper, love be mine, don’t go.
They make me believe
Believe in it still
A love so often unruly
Although sometimes I’ve despaired
Perhaps my judgement’s impaired
I’ve wondered that
Yes, I have, truly.
The Madness of Love
My soul it has collected
Time and time again
Its sway holds me close
Its tender embrace
I will be yours, again and again.
Forget about the how
It doesn’t even matter
For all the gold lies in the now
After all the reasons scatter.
Forget about the how
Throw away your cares
For it is the now that are you seeking
The answer to your prayers.
Forget about the how
When anxiety comes a-calling
For it is an illusory beast
With a superstitious calling.
Forget about the how
The secret is the passion
That you’re feeling in this very moment
For that person, project or fashion.
Forget about the how
Pursue the dream instead
The details will be taken care of later
Without you stalking them every step.
Forget about the how
You hold the key, you know
For all that lies ahead of you
Will happen whenever you go.
Forget about the how
Step forward into the light
Your now is waiting patiently for you
It will keep you out of strife
Forget about the how
The future will be just fine
For now just focus on the now
Its treasures are great
There’s gold right in front of you
And for you, it’s never too late.
She felt him holding her hand
