The Tendril
Touch
The Tendril Touch
The Tendril
Touch
The Road to your heart is sharpened by beauty and truth on the sand
of time...Is it a gift from heaven above that you happen to live nearby...Reality
under your feet makes an illusion seem so far...And the world of your enchantment
beats all the bitter cries...A world where gestures perform on stages of
true love...Where heartbeats are heard by you and me for the first time and
lasted enough...Where smiles knew no ending and laughers tickled the highest
skies...Where soothing of the spirit gives back to tomorrow what all today
will grab....Where your presence is not a dream anymore but real, and your
glances saluted the multitude of poets goodbye. Oh why is it so hard to dream
after sensing the tendril touch ...Shaping you and me with an ax of senses...
Leaving my poems behind in a stir of dust...
Therese copyright, 2000