Touch

Fingertips trip gently over

Soft and supple skin,

Beckoning response to silent

Questioning, unasked.

Mystery of mysteries,

The power of perception,

Ghost of wisdom ages gone,

The phantom yet unmasked.

 

Teaching just to be alive,

Reaching out to rainbow's end,

Companioning with sight and sound,

Always searching for a friend.

 

Never getting quite enough,

No such trifle as too much,

Walking tall through lives of plenty

Savoring the things we touch.