Reaching out
Whispering wind
The briefest moment
Of touch

Worlds are made
And broken pieces
Fall like starlight

Piercing morning
Astral force
Feel us tremble
For touch

Promises are made
Scattered children
Dance in the sunlight
And trust

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to Touch

  1. The Rebel says:

    Beautiful poem.
    Promise! A big word! frightening, sometimes, beautiful. At times as Emmanuel Kant said “frightening beauty”

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