Wild Hands

Written by: Russell Sivey

W hile the hands move about in front of me
I see them wondering near sincerely
L anding their palms right on my pounding head
D riving with a power, mighty it’s said

H ow much I want them on me, greatly placed
A nother realm of understanding faced
N ever do they reach my skull, I’m so lost
D ays and nights confuse me, in show I’m tossed
S hower me with those hands let me be free
! A great massive display of what can be

Russell Sivey