your hand

[cliffordwayneduncan]

All though I cry and fell alone,
From deep within is a part of home.
Lost in time without time to see,
This life I live is like make believe.

In yesterdays I see your hand
this shape of me to be a man.
As one of faith this past in me,
Is tomorrow but a simple dream?

As if to be real and never to run
ever to last this pain of one.
So often I find the need for love ,
From just a touch a kiss a hug.

So sweet and warm this time with you,
These moments of passion a start of a new.
To peck unknown I find you there ,
my angel my love together we bare..