Hold on tight

Hold on tight

No matter how ramshackle

The memories

Tumbling down through

The deep

The slurry at the bottom

Of the heap

Pull them out

One by one

They belong to no-one

But me

I will play along

In spite of myself

It is the hope

I have projected

On the outcome

Of the trawl

When disorder

Is a natural state

Without the predetermination

Of fate

Belief in the eternal

Takes more than

Logic

It is tragic

In disposition

No more luck than magic

Kick up the leaves

Shake them down

Through cobwebs

As fine as Angel’s hair

I know that you are there

Hold me up

Until the last push

When the strength

I need

Will bring me

To my knees

But in that moment

Let me remember

Your love

Soft and tender

Fingertips touching

Skintight,

As I float free.