Healing Hands
Healing hands,
I’ll come to understand,
the meaning of a greater plan
Smiling eyes
still these butterflies,
which come as some surprise
A silent wish,
a long-lost kiss,
a silhouette dimmed by the mist
Once whispered true
“I’d unravel too,
were I to lose my love for you."
Abandon me
to this imagery,
with words that shoot the moon
And baby blue,
lullabies tried and true,
and hands that soothe.