Touch

You come to me in dreams,
a light that always gleams;
On every path I walk,
ensorcelled by your talk.

You come to me in mind,
a spell that gushes kind;
Greening my arid heart,
from touch do fountains start.

You come to me in need,
stating a sacred creed;
I read what you convey,
a beacon come what may.

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Touch

  1. Love the rhythm in this poem. =)

  2. That is kind of you to say. Thank you.

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