a touch more so than silence words that recall paths thru and unto your door ...... we were the gods and goddesses who died on the battlefields of yesterdays ......... we are the remaining touches of purity the sincerity of the hours the cheeks the wind caresses on its way here ...... do you remember when you were with me and thusly alive? ......... i remember when you were deeper than silence with words that allowed all to survive ..... we who died as gods and goddesses yesterday are all that survive