GENTLY TOUCH


The mountains covered in white
Like the purity of her soul
Her eyes reach for the stars far away
She knows the Earth

She has become one with all
Holding her hair as she gazes into dreams
Imagination and reality no longer separated
Time has become a moment without tense

Focus of mind and spirit
In her pursuit of truth
She stands strong, having known pain and love
The body can be brittle but not the soul

She is not a Goddess
Yet she shines like the Sun
Illuminating all around her
With her hands she creates

With creations the world sees
Touch gently her hand
Then be thankful to know her
With a smile she will return your love

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000