WHO ARE WE TOUCHING IN OUR LIVES

Who will I touch in my lifetime, and who will feel me? Our bodies and hearts are sometimes foolish, and who will handle our souls and climb deep within our minds because they are our kind? The truth is straightforward until the moment arrives when it all needs to be explained.

I have received and sent messages to the living and the dead lately. I look up at the stars at night and read slowly every word that, through my years, has been said. oh the universe is not ready to close this storybook on me, for my tale is not yet done

My sweetest lover, I am getting old, and I'm cold. I want to lay down with you and let the moons glow cover us because I'm forgetting more than I thought I would ever know.

I have been touched, but I do not recall by who. Maybe it was you, and I do not know. Everything is getting so colorful. I'm getting so colorful.  I open these pages, and everything looks beautiful inside this forgetting mind.

My sweetest lovers, can you hold my hand and tell me who you are again? Can you lay yourself right next to me and speak of all of these things that I'm remembering and the things I never looked at but now I'm seeing with all of my beings


Someone, please tell me who I am touching and who is touching me as we slip and slide, come and go into each other's lives, sometimes saying goodbye without even saying hello.