Holding Onto Time

by Cindy   Jan 22, 2007


Looking into your loving eyes
Wanting to hang on to time
Holding tightly to every memory
A moment when you were mine

Before you became just a dream
When all my life was clear
Never expected what lay ahead
Thought your voice I'd always hear

I try to fill all my days
With lots of things to do
This doesn't seem to matter
Thoughts always return to you

Now I fear the break of day
You leave with morning light
Hours are so hard on me
Yearning for the dark of night

As I lay down to sleep
I pray for one last thing
To see your handsome face
Tonight, even if it's just a dream

Written By: Cynthia Graver Jan 22, 2007

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    This was so beautiful, very bittersweet and moving.
    I really enjoyed this and the last stanza had great impact.
    Wonderful work.

  • 17 years ago

    by Ashley

    You explain exactly how i'm feeling....you are a wonderful poet

  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I think I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real youll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotions. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

  • 17 years ago

    by Dado

    U made me cry gurl!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by moonlil

    Really beautiful. I can relate to it.