Hold My Hand

Let me be silent
  So I can hear the fury 
  In my mind heart and gut.

​Wash my feet
  So my burden of aging
  Is lifted.

Hold my hand, my lover
  So I can bear the time 
  Here in Hell.

Move me
  Now
  Or take me over the boundary.

Let me swim
  Across the lake 
  To a passage for growing up.

Let her go
  Or keep her at a distance
  So I can be free with you.

Love me always
  In different ways
  As lovers and friends do.

Kiss me always 
  In French
  Italian or Irish.

Revive the night
  So the dead who are living
  Know the healing power of darkness.

Remind me to stare at the sun
  When a goddess is necessary to move it
  As a sign of grace.

Do not weep
  Unless I am around
  As a witness.

Put down our enemies
   And let me know
  During a moment of passion.

Love the day
  As much as the night
  And towns with beautiful auras.

Let me live
  In an exciting place
  With a little fame of respect.

Let me face the sound and fury
  Hear the hurricane
  And the formidable silence.

Orchestrate something grand-eh
  Wash the sand
  Until it is white as snow.

Pick me up
  And take us over the threshold
  To where passion & peace resides in unison.