What You Hold

Like a shooting star
A glimmer of light falls down a spider's trail
Swift and silent, make a wish
You hold my attention

The warming shivers you gave
With a simple touch of your hand
A memory created
You hold my thoughts

With a crack of a laughing smile
A Polaroid is born in my mind
Look back to see a hopeful truth
You hold my hand

Signals interpreted
Then interrupted
Scared emotions temporarily flee
You hold my innocence

I question now, what will happen
You are not the only one
What do I hold?
You hold my answers


-- By Kelly Simpson --
August 97