At First Touch

Wait. Sit. Wait.
Time passes crawling on its belly.
The road runs nearer.
Fire burns.
Hope springs.
Time rolls on.
Nearer You draw.
Stops. Breath is held.
Then there’s You.
And a kiss is given.
Fire burns.
Never will there be a difference.
And no space between remains.
Forever will two be one.
And on in the shade of another.
Time cannot separate
Two hearts beating as one.
At Your touch
She can fly.
In Your hands
She can be true.
In Your bonds
She can be free.
In Your heart
Her soul will remain.