(for j)
by
nappilesbyan
her hands....
i study them
in photographs
for I have not
felt the comfort
she holds in
her fingertips
the power
she brings
forth from
her palms
i imagine...
what she can
do with them
what she can
hold in them
what she can
feel with them
can she
make earth move...
digging beneath
the surface
unearthing jewels
and treasures unknown
can she
hold oceans...
lapping at
the shore
thunderous waves
crashing into the edges
of uncertainty & fear
can she
feel rain...
pouring from
the clouds
releasing heaven's
pain as angels cry
for love's
labour lost
can her fingertips...
cut a path
chart a course
on this barren
earth
can her palms...
hold a sunrise
awaiting a day
of new beginnings
