Touch

A touch of excitement,

of Christmas bells,

of lost treasure wells.

And of victory

and visions

and of loud legions of lions

roaring...

A touch of support,

of that half broken branch on the tree,

of that plank

floating alone on the endless sea.

Of the only kid who

refused to cry,

who wouldn't be denied

of his chance to

fly...

A touch of passion,

of the rough and the tender,

the triumph of Feeling

And Beauty's surrender,

in the arms of

the empowering blaze-

the unspoken understanding for each others'

vulnerabilities...

A touch of sympathy,

of the shadow under the canopy.

Of the hand that

pats your back softly

to say, "It's okay

You're there where I used to be

someday...

A touch of love

of the reality in the illusions

that are our simplistic imaginations.

And of the who, why and what

of our being

and the things and people

that we are seeing,

in the foreshadowing of our own

dreams...