Touch.

I daydream of compassion and the tears fill my eyes.
Of a hand reaching out not in rescue but just to touch.
To prove once again the existence of love,
In the face of bitterness, cynicism and pain.

A hostile world suddenly calmed by one light touch,
And a voice that gently says, “Hey, It’s alright, It’s ok”,
And watches and permits the tears to flow
As frightened eyes tentatively gaze
Into eyes that smile a caress of peace.

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