Félix Saparelli

(about me)

a.k.a. passcod

Hold

Posted on Apr 29 ‘15

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(Originally written thinking of, and dedicated to, my friend Alice.)

Hold steadfast, friend

Hold

against hordes
against the very wind
    rolling off mountain peaks
against the rain
    the storm
    thunder
against me and you
against the world
against all

Hold, friend, hold

onto the sunshine
    bright in the valley
onto the morning after
    the evening before
    the night during
onto me and you
onto your wits
onto your life

Hold, friend, hold

me right here
you right there
they over there
and all further away

Hold, friend, hold

your breath
your words
    thoughts
    tongue
your sleepless nights
your presence
your being
your self

Hold, friend, hold

don’t forget
    love
    hate
    pain
    joy
    the things you find important
    the people
to smile
to cry
to live

Hold steadfast
    friend
    in this world
hold.