my little hand in yours

[caelycate]

i had a dream last night
that you tried to hold my hand
shyly and hesitantly,
your fingers stretched out for mine
and then stopped

then mine
timidly and haltingly
bridged the gap
lonely fingers grasping for friends
we made the other sure
solid
whole

then i woke
to the rise of a beautiful day
smiling
with my fingers warm
my palms tingling with the memory
of lovers' touch

only to find
that the memories
slipped away into the shadowy corners
of night

[caelycate]

if one were to study my life
and dissect my dreams
the would find
that there's so much to come
that i can't even see

everyone is confident in me
praises falling from faceless mouths like rain
i can't take them
no, i can't take them

i've been told that i'm good
i've been told that i'm clean
as if i'm becoming
the sinew of their dreams

but i'm a slow sprouting seed
growing in sun shining afternoon
ignorance erasing bliss

i am not what i seem

but it is true
that hope loves the hopeless
it springs forth from that dust
with firmly rooted feelers
that soak up the lust

if you could see
the way that you've all nourished me
all the constant completeness
that i denied but i needed

so, i'll keep
the faith
the credence
the fortification
all that sweetness

i'll keep
a sonatina
a blinking constellation
raw and luminescent
oh, i'll keep them