Touch


the moon in the sky - high above
living life - without love
what’s real for me - something I can touch
something I can touch

my passion is melting - by degrees to tears
in the heat of the moment - a rising fear
what’s real for me - something I can touch
something I can touch

now only the breeze - drifting by
an abandoned grave - in the cold pale light
what’s real for me - something I can touch
something I can touch

touch