Just a touch, that oh so delicate touch,
A pure scent driven by the wildest of passions,
Just a drifting falling touch,
Held within the arms of may, yet ever fleeting from them,
Just an Undying unforgetable touch
Its smooth texture filling your senses driving you insane,
Just a sweet tender embracing touch,
Leaving you wondering who and what you are,
Just that wanton, lustfull touch,
Total abandon, freedom, release..
A whispering soft touch,
showing you so many things hidden behind the doors of life,
Just one last touch,
before the whispering touch of the wind takes you..
Are you free now?
Can you feel these touches all around you?
can you sense the living breathing life amidst your very soul?
Can you reach out with open arms and embrace the unseen?
Hold on tightly to the dreams and whispers of a unforseen reality?
Could you touch with your heart those places inside that have been torn?
a rush....of passion...of life....all within a breaths time
all within a whisper,
all within the whispering winds of time.

remember it is only a whisper,
feel everything will all of yourself, Heart,Mind,Body,Spirit...
for a whisper passes quickly and unheard.


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Severin, in the year 109 MA.