Magic Hold

 I ran without moving

and escaped for a time 

soared to the heavens 

as the mountains I climbed.

The pages came together

and a chapter was written, 

in a story of love where

the heart and soul fit in. 

The time has come 

and goodbye are said, 

as I close my eyes 

and climb into bed. 

Dreams still bring you near in a

strange way I know you still care.

The night brings a comfort to the soul

as your voice still has a magic hold.