Dark Muse
03-31-2011, 08:21 PM
In Your Hand I Hold the World
I was a dweller
in the darkness,
entombed in self-
imposed exile
from the world
of shadows.
And I watched
paintings dance
on the wall
within the firelight.
When you appeared
as an apparition
silhouetted against
the night.
Your arm extended
reaching across
the void and as
our fingers touched,
first contact made
it was a shockwave.
My body jolted
as if alive
for the first time
in the knowledge
of the warmth
of your skin.
And my hand
held firm in yours
while you lifted
me up.
Thus we walked
together, linked
hand in hand
into the world
of new discovery.
I was a dweller
in the darkness,
entombed in self-
imposed exile
from the world
of shadows.
And I watched
paintings dance
on the wall
within the firelight.
When you appeared
as an apparition
silhouetted against
the night.
Your arm extended
reaching across
the void and as
our fingers touched,
first contact made
it was a shockwave.
My body jolted
as if alive
for the first time
in the knowledge
of the warmth
of your skin.
And my hand
held firm in yours
while you lifted
me up.
Thus we walked
together, linked
hand in hand
into the world
of new discovery.