I reach into the palm
of your soul, and
smile at the caress.
An emotional dignity
between us.
The language of darkness,
now interpreted and
saved by a watchful hound.
Hardened by passions,
and the freedom to escape.
Room for change
I reach into the palm
of your soul, and
smile at the caress.
An emotional dignity
between us.
The language of darkness,
now interpreted and
saved by a watchful hound.
Hardened by passions,
and the freedom to escape.
A Wandering Poet 