Rondeau: “I hold your hand”

I hold your hand and ask your name,
A simple spark to light the flame
That burns within and shines without
Till soon enough I have no doubt:
My life will never be the same.

I bare my soul – I have no shame –
I bet it all to play the game.
And while we dance and laugh and shout
I hold your hand.

As each year passed, the next one came;
It’s nature’s way, no one to blame.
The flowered field gives way to drought,
So day by day the sands run out.
When Time arrives to stake his claim
I hold your hand.

Written December 13, 2012.

Updated: February 27, 2013 — 9:56 am