words, words, words words...
i'm tired of words in my head
they are only symbols of the feelings
not the true things that i've felt
dillusional, hypothetical
what if, why not, how come
reality askew, if i only knew
if others felt these damn things too
How many have touched angels
With only a fingertip
Magic in the moment
Like sand through fingers slip
Revel in what you saw and felt
Keep it firm within your heart
For angels that touch us, give only direction
Give us a perfect place to start
Gleem from them what you will
Take hold of all you can
For once they are gone
They' don't return to the provinces of man
Stated without a sense of fear
Felt within a warm embrace
Love of person, love of life
Without the other neither is full
A cliche` of two become one
Is only cliche` because it is true
Find love, lose love, feel love, want love
Be love, see love, in body and in mind
On the lookout for what seems
To be again denied
My task, my cross, my anchor