I felt the touch of your mind within my thoughts
Softly mark my brow as I lay awake
With salt from the seas of your distraction
Painting a picture, blamelessly pure
With a voice only fresh fallen showers
Could ever make
I felt the touch of your hand each way I turned
Absorbing the scars of consequence
That embroidered my soul in scarlet red
With new letters that formed
Precious words of comfort and joy
To be read
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 9:28 AM UTC
I felt the touch of your mind within my thoughts
Softly mark my brow as I lay awake
With salt from the seas of your distraction
Painting a picture, blamelessly pure
With a voice only fresh fallen showers
Could ever make
I felt the touch of your hand each way I turned
Absorbing the scars of consequence
That embroidered my soul in scarlet red
With new letters that formed
Precious words of comfort and joy
To be read
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