A lightness of touch

A lightness of touch

can cause the heaviest of passions

… can become the reason to believe

that a lightness of touch

can breathe love

How the feather

pure in its own lightness

settles upon the skin of the Earth

while evening sighs in breaths of gentleness

as the beauty of treetops tinged with a burning splendour of the falling sun

reveals to us that love

is nothing but a turmoil of twisted atoms in the darkness within us

searching for a piece of light without us

searching for love

and yet

love lives in a realm of poetry

where words speak not of love but of being love itself

and so when these words evolve to the page

they smile

and so

it is this impossible division of thought and touch

which invites the question

Why is it that asleep we are joined to the magic

of the hearts and souls of love’s creation,

is it so we can dream of such a creation

and through the dreaming it becomes a reality?

… perhaps

if we look into ourselves

we will see our own feathers

and smile