When your hands grace
my face I feel alive,
an energy unexplainable
but I'll try my best.
Creeping through my bones,
flowing through my blood
I feel it- building and growing
but I know its worth.
I know it is fleeting,
for your hands will fall
and night will turn to day
and my car will pull out
of your driveway carrying
my body full of fading energy
as I ebb like waves,
fallen from grace.