Holding Up My Hands

Tonight,

    my future smiles at me,

    eyes tilted up and gleaming.

She tosses my oldest dreams

    from hand to hand.

    teasing me with veils and roses.

Tonight,

    my lover laughs with me,

    lips tongue-tipped and red.

His hands caress my hope

    and stroke my heart,

Touching me with promises

    of kisses.

Tonight,

    my spirit floats within me,

    rising up and whirling.

It gathers all my past of tears

   and joyful songs,

   turning me towards grace.

Tonight,

    my soul remembers  me,

    holding up my hands...

    

    

Reviews

[Ciara]

Beautiful and uplifting poetry.

[Sel]

You truly catch the positive feeling of being cared about as shown when you used “His hands caress my hope and stroke my heart”. Overall a very nice poem.