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
Such small things, like raindrops falling into the ocean or like tears coursing down a broken-hearted lover’s cheeks
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?
5 March 2013