Quavering From Her Touch
Softly she did touch my heart. It was as gentle as
a feather falling to earth. I had never
been touch like that before, her hands were
as soft as a new born babies skin. She spoke
like a echo that could haunt you for days on in...
Softly she did come my way, quickly she did
walk away. Just the thought of her touch on my
skin makes me quaver and tremble all over again.
Quickly I did awaken from my dream, I tried to
catch her, but she just seem to fade away...
She seem to have left me all by myself?
Then I did awaken to realize...As they
pull my car from the river, were I had just tried
to kill myself...it was then that I knew? I
had been touch by an angel and that she only
came to save me life. Left quavering but still
alive.
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2008
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