Two people, one place,
with just the desire to be touched.
Touched in a place...
where the hand could never reach.
Into the heart, and through the soul...
a journey of true compassion.
As the days rushed by, we talked...
talked of hopes that faded,
of dreams that never came true.
Pieces of our hearts, we exchanged...
mere glimpses of our souls.
What we would share on all those days...
brought to life the desire
to share more, another day.
Two compelling souls,
reaching out to be touched...
putting trust before hurt,
building hopes in their fate.
As this day ended, I wondered;
what we started...
and before it started;
I only wondered!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i often find myself wondering the same thing - this process of reaching with trust is so very risky that it is so hard to be sure of anything.
blessings and best wishes,
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Sounds promising to me Cheryl
May it work out as well as you have written this.
Jim
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What longing and hope. So emotive and filled with a melancholy that fades as the poem ends. Wonderful write! Keep it up... you have more to share yet...
K
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