Hold me in your fragile arms once more
A tear, a touch, a kind word
softly spoken
And then, with you,
My love passed away
Into a dark envelope
Of stillness
Of silence
The world flickered past
Uncaring and unfeeling
Hazy and dreamlike
Not real to me until
I lay you gently down to rest
And I yearn for you
To hold me in your fragile arms
Once more.
jane wilcock
Sat 18th Jul 2009 15:15
Hi Neil, thanks for your comment. Yes, I'm in Bolton so Winter Hill shapes our days. I like the Hold me in your fragile Arms.. poem a lot particularly the "dark envelope of stillness" line, very evocative. Jane