Hold On

My mind is like glue.
I want to hold everyone
together in my tightness,
my love a death grip on
the freedom of desires.

Each flight has
it's own landing,
each landing it's
own take off.

Every destination
dead until my visit
every planet's sun
cool until I am hot.

My mind wants to hold
everything close together,
you pull until we both sit.

A lonely broken
crowd, weeping
for greater unity
while all around,

our lives
are left
in bits.

John G.Hall(C)2005