Hold My Last
by Ainsley A. Cheng, 2010
Even with the sun setting,
Quieting winds dancing,
Winged creations fleeting,
The newborn flame can still burn,
One last time.
Even when the steps lengthen,
Time impatiently grows,
Conversations, in meaning, lose,
Please triumph this day,
One last time.
Even as hills become mountains,
As each star shoots further away,
As the clouds become the only cover,
Leave me in my strength,
One last time.
Even when the fact breaks the emotion,
The reason wins the heart,
The last word replaces every explanation,
Let me hold my last everything,
One last time.
Even if tomorrow sweeps you off your feet,
Today is forgotten or stored away,
Yesterday only the lingering fragrance of simplicity,
Remember my hands, even if it is,
One last time.
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