Feel Love And Heel

Come, let me hold your innocent hand,

Grasp it tightly to feel I’ll never let go,

I’ll lead you through your hostile land

Of heart wrenching, tearful, sad sorrow.

 

Draw near to me and weather the storm

As I offer my shoulder to share the rain,

I’ll kiss your eyes to restore your ‘norm’

Taken by trials of peer pressured pain.

 

Don’t be alone with the odyssey of night,

Stealthily face it and rite it with rhyme,

Let creativity loose to endure this fight

Of howling wolves to the moons of time.

 

Wake in my happiness and reciprocate,

Raise your beautiful smile to my pleasure;

Be fruitful and productive in your intake

And philosophise in constructive leisure.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/12/2015

 

The second line of the first stanza expresses that by holding my hand so tightly, I cannot let go, thus her reassurance of my presence is in her own hands.

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.