A Gentle Touch

A voice calls out to me
in the whispers of the trees
as I see a light
that's burning bright

While in the distance darkness sings
the tale of every living thing
A gentle rain falls from the skies
a veil before my eyes

when I hear a child weeping
somewhere beyond my reach
and I wonder why
the endless skies

would let it cry
so much
when just a gentle touch
would ease its fears
We have cried so many tears

Look there! a distant star
outshines the souls that roam too far
from home

? Michaelette ?

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