Can I touch you?
Do you hear me?

I throw these words out to the four winds, whispering a song that I hope will be heard by your heart

Words
Rhymes

Such small things, like raindrops falling into the ocean or like tears coursing down a broken-hearted lover’s cheeks

And yet
And still

They fall in a torrent from my pen to the page. Do you feel them like I do? Feel the sadness, feel the rage?
Do you see the exquisite joys and feel my fears. Can you see the pictures I paint in pen and parchment here?

Do I touch you?
Can you feel me?

Will the words still hold power and meaning when I am gone? Cast up to the sunbeams and the moon dust…
Will my words live on?

~  kei
5 March 2013