The Touching
Vibrations from magic sources
Traveling along exotic courses
Strange but akin to nature’s way
The rites of love, as angels play
Feeling what heaven is all about
A warmth that wanders in and out
Weeping violins and soft perfumes
A feast that heaven so consumes
A soothing paradise of silent dreams
Of pulses running with virgin streams
From angelic cliffs to ruffled seas
To heaven’s gate with golden keys
The touching is a zealous story indeed
A determined knight upon a wild steed
Riding like a gentle soul possessed
To his fair maiden for love expressed
To speak of love is a story unfinished
To be touched is a story unspoken