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Take my hand

 

Take my hand and see the stars

far out there with planet Mars

before you snuff your candle out

in the great black void of night

 

Take my hand and see the flowers 

that bloom along the path

perfume dazzling the mind 

before its aftermath

 

Take my hand before too long 

else its too late and we are gone

through all this wondrous world of ours

before spring shows us wizened flowers

 

Take my hand and say the prayers

of their God whoever's theirs

stir the earth and smell the sod

before you turn into a clod

 

Take my hand and lead me on

wisdom's shawl still thrown upon

those that lie deep in the tomb

the journey from birth in the womb

 

Take my hand and whisper dear

in my ever listening ear

say you love me if you will

before the cup of love does spill

 

Take my hand and venture in

where others think it still a sin

there to find your heavens bliss

close the door and die a kiss

 

Take my hand and sing the song

before you join the angels throng

correct me if I join in wrong

canons fine to you belong

 

Take my hand and make me wise

so new to me that Devil's eyes

parading God, but in disguise

dark deep shadow of such size

 

Take my hand and blow your horns

we all know life's full of thorns

ride upon them make them shake

leaving knowledge in your wake

 

Take my hand don't hesitate

with me nothing is at stake

all I say I mean and trust 

before we find we're sudden dust

 

Take my hand and count the days

those so positive, not dismays

swing the pendulum out and back

to the white or to the black

 

Take my hand and hold it fast

I will hold it to the last

never waver with the thought

that our life has come to nought

 

Take my hand and warmly there 

Lie beside me stroke my hair

soul and spirit flying out

to join the place they call devout

 

Take my hand and join the creed

of the weary in their need

safe away from power and greed

till born again another seed


 

 


— Nordic cloud, Apr 27, 2009

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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faerybeki

faerybeki

17 years 1 month ago

I know not where it went

I know not where it went went but am grateful for it's save return, a lovely write Ann, really enjoyed the journey of it :) much love b x
Proprietress of Crimson Hearts

Proprietress o…

17 years 1 month ago

swing the pendulum out and back...

oh, Ann, it seems I keep straying away from the site for much too long. so much I have missed! this is a lovely poem, as always, my Ann of Norway. could you explain: canons fine to you belong to me? I don't quite understand the meaning adn I would love to know what you meant by this line. your poetry is always so full of charm adn so witty, truely a treat to read! your Proprietress PS: try changing: else its too late and we’re gone into: else its too late and we are gone. I feel it to be a bit more melodic.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

Canon

By that word dear Proprietress I mean the wonderful madrigal-like song one can sing with the first line being begun by the second person while the second line is being sung by the first. Oh I am not qualified to express this in the correct terms but my family when going on holiday in GB used to always sing many variations of them in the car as we went along, early to avoid the traffic, we kept ourselves awake too. And the sound of four voices in syncopation, as it were, was wonderful. White sand and grey sand, who will buy my white sand, who will by my grey sand. Or Anni!! Coockaburra(?) sits in the old gum tree merry merry King of the bush is he laugh cockaburra, laugh coockaburra gay your life must be. ( My sister Jean lived 3 yrs. in Australia and learnt that one for us to sing) Old calls in London town would be sung so, selling their wares and their neighbours with other songs so that the sounds of old London were a cacophony of voices, it must have been so wonderful; they shouted their wares in Leicester when i was young too, do they do that in Cal. or in Germany still? I suppose it belongs to an era now almost obsolete but what fun we have. Try singing " Three blind mice" at the same time as "Frère Jacques" (A song used a lot in this way too) and you will see what I mean- they go together- such fun? My dear Proprietress, if by staying away you mean that you are well recovered form things and that you are happy, I vote you don't spend too much time here and enjoy life out in the Spring flowering of California, I believe it is magic. Not that we don't miss your contribution which we "setter stor pris pa" here. Love from Ann of Norway.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

How sweet of you Janice

Thank you, that is very kind of you. I hope someone will want to take your hand too, soon. You never know when it comes along but don't be desperate just your natural self and it will go well. You are such a charming person Yours Ann of Norway.