THE SUN TOUCHES ME

My fingers move to touch the light.

I  will not embrace the dark of night.

A  song starts singing in my soul

Where once despair took such a toll.

 

I dream new dreams to replace the old,

Nightmares that have now grown cold.

Your spirit fills me with peace.

I feel a sense of sweet release.

 

Your eyes watch my falling tears,

Hands heal  wounds from past years.

This simple gift of shared grief

Brings me such great relief.

 

Your warmth is like the summer sun.

Words soothe before the day is done.

You gather up the pieces of my soul.

Trust glues them back into a whole.

Yu/stan/kema