Poem - You see me
You see me with the tips of your fingers.
With my voice, my words
I paint the world in colours
You scarcely recall.
Each phrase feeds your imagination
Adding verbal texture to the unknown.
Yet, after your touch, such words seem inadequate.
You see me
As others before never did
Perhaps, though
They never really opened their eyes,
Never really saw.
You see me, with the caress of your hand.
(c)2007 G. Skye
With my voice, my words
I paint the world in colours
You scarcely recall.
Each phrase feeds your imagination
Adding verbal texture to the unknown.
Yet, after your touch, such words seem inadequate.
You see me
As others before never did
Perhaps, though
They never really opened their eyes,
Never really saw.
You see me, with the caress of your hand.
(c)2007 G. Skye