Meditation

A poem...

Hold my hand in quiet meditation,
as the world flashes lights of
white, green and gold around us.

Hold my hand, so that I
don't drift away on astral planes,
seeking cosmic adventures.

You are sage and I am rose,
cleansing the air around us.
If each of us can't find our center...

of peace and harmony,
how can we love together
in this world?