Hold

It’s said that words doesn’t bring any meaning this moment,
Where now everything seems to move in slow shift,
And you’re standing in a vortex,
Trying to see what she is seeing,
Hoping in the flash moment you could say the right words,
Hold.

Trying to utter something,
Hold.
Trying to move your fingers,
Hold.
Seeing things, incapable to do any,
Hold.

With open eyes u can’t see anything, pitch black.
There she is in front of you, still you’re wondering around in circles,
Trying to reach with silence voice,

Hold.