IS IT HER TOUCH


Soar on wings of light

What is real

Doesn’t exist in time

Who is she

Distant memories come as one thought

Is it her touch

The way she speaks of things not known

A smile that changes mood and moment

The pine trees bend toward her

A stream sings of stones dissipating

The ground solid beneath her feet

However she floats above us all

She soars on wings of light


Michael V Hechtman