Connection
July 31, 2006
Written May 12, 2003: The pulse of life quickens in ways and times we don’t expect.
smiling eyes
warm tones
soft caresses
I never want to leave from this spot
blur of landscape
gentle wind in the trees
low hum of the engine
creating a smooth backdrop
to your voice
as you share your soul with me
I tentatively touch you
you take my hand in your hand,
press my fingers to your lips
and I know
we have reached some level of understanding
at least for this moment
here
now
