TOUCH ME

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I need to touch you.

Feel your softness.

I’ve been alone too long.

Without a human’s touch.

A human’s warmth.

I’m cold.

But a fire burns in me.

Come to me.

Touch me.

SECOND CHANCE

I reach for you.

I can’t touch you.

You are gone.

I must accept this.

There’s no coming back.

No second chances.

CLEAN ME

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Clean me.

Wet me.

Drench me.

Feel me.

Touch me.

Clean me.

STOP

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Take the time.

Stop.

Watch.

Listen.

Breathe.

Sigh.

MEMORIES

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“Rome. Palazzo Spada. Colonnade, 1632, by Francesco Borromini.” Baroque architecture and sculpture in Italy. 1912,

Walk through the pillars

and into another century.

Feel the vibrations

of footsteps in the past.

Hear the laughter

of Roman guests.

Touch the statues

reaching for the sky.

Smell the sweetness

of memories long gone by.

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HEAVEN’S GATE

The sky is pink overhead.

I will try to lift my head.

Waves lap at the shore.

There can’t be much more.

I can feel the sand.

Please give me your hand.

I must see this before it’s too late

And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.

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SPRING IS IN THE AIR

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Flowering tower.

Spring is in the air.

Sunshine.

Flowers.

Birds chirping.

Pies baking.

I can feel it.

I can smell it.

I can hear it.

I can taste it.

Bring it on.

A HUM

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Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895

In the quiet.

There is a hum.

A whispering sound.

A pitch too high to hear.

A touch too light to feel.

We are never alone.

CLEAN ME

CLEAN ME

Clean me.
Wet me.
Drench me.
Free me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
Clean me.

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

A SPLASH

A SPLASH

A splash of water.
A splash of salt.
In my eyes.
In my mouth.
The taste.
The feel.
The joy.
Of summer fun.
Come and join us.

A WINDOW

A window to the world.
A window to beauty.
To snow-capped mountains.
To swan-filled lakes.
To pounding waves of the ocean.
To fields of flowers.
To adventure.
To romance.
Open the window.
Open your mind
to the possibilities.
Wake up your senses.
Can you see the rocks
along the shore?
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
Can you feel the hot sun
on your face?
Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?
Can you taste the salty air?
I can.

A FACE

A nose.
A mouth.
Two eyes.
A face.
What does it add up to?
Does it reveal the person inside?
Can you feel his heart?
Enjoy his humor?
Feel his pain?
See the world
through his eyes?
A person is not
the sum of his parts.
His parts add up to
much, much more.

FREE FALL THROUGH SPACE

What does it feel like?
To free fall
through the air.
To let yourself go
to the feeling.
To step back and fall.
Nothing but air
until you hit the water.
To believe in yourself.
To believe in the water
to cushion your fall.
Total freedom.
An escape from life.
An escape from reality.
What does it feel like?
I’ll let you know
after I hit the water.

THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

Feel it.
Smell it.
Experience it.
Nothing like it.

NEVER STOP

Lift your face to the sky.
Pump hard with your feet
as you soar higher.
Higher than you can by
merely standing on the ground.
The world has so much to offer.
So much to see, hear, and feel.
Places to explore.
People to meet.
Never look down.
Just keep reaching
higher and higher.
Never stop.
And never give up.

LOST IN THE STORM

The storm is approaching the shore.
I can feel the dampness in the air.
The mist spraying against my face.
Strands of hair lifting in the wind.
The rumbling of thunder in the distance.
Flashes of light crossing the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.
It’s almost here.

HEAR THE MUSIC

HEAR THE MUSIC

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Paris Opera House by Michael Maniezzo 
Paris, France

Even when it’s deserted,
you could still hear the music
and the sounds being played.
Close your eyes and imagine.

TO BE ALONE

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Cherry blossoms. Fuji Volcano, Japan.

TO BE ALONE

Can being alone ever feel good?
Standing strong and firms against the wind
with no one protecting your back.
Could this feel good?
Looking out over the horizon and feel
the salty wind in your face.
Feeling good yet?
Feeling stronger by the day without
anyone’s help.
That is when it begins to feel good,
when you begin to feel strong enough
to stand on your own two feet without
needing help from anyone.
Be strong!