Touch me with silence,
Touch me with tears;
Reach out your hand
Across the years.
Whether ghost or demon,
Your touch pure magic-
For in the end
Each life is tragic.
(written to We Played Some Open Chords and Rejoiced
by A Winged Victory for the Sullen)
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-me-22/
