HOLD

Behind the church...
where we sat,
by the tree,
remember we told
of things deep within?

your palms filled,
filled with infinite dreams,
every tear a galaxy,
and every word...
a worthy sacrifice,

in the mist of
self-esteem, and
a world of ice,

twice we promised
- bare and honest,
that we would hold
to the smallest dreams,

our selves to redeem
and nothing in between,
where only
the stars would suffice.