A touch upon my face



Longing for a soft and sympathetic heart,

yet my skin now cracked with years –
my soul and breath does not give way
to winds that drive the better times into a distant place


For I still listen for the sweet
and soft and gentle voice
that would sooth my graying eyes –
for in my mind remains a home
where love is swathed in precious grace


Then once again

the void of retribution dwells –

I feel my pulse more quickly now

as I am touched –
and oh, to feel the harmony
and breath of love

upon my face


(copyright 2013, Mitch Battese)




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