Offer
What do I hope to find?
To feel the touch of another;
To know there is acceptance.
'Tis help is all I care to give.
Further and further my hand reaches out . . .
A pressure near the temples;
A glimmer in the eyes.
Walls, barriers crumble to dust!
This is my command!
My mind carresses the outer limits of a soul . . .
A hand rests in mine;
The heart is open inside.
Mending of a wound is needed.
To heal, I offer myself.