When'Er I Touch Your Hand
When'er I Touch Your Hand
by Rick Rucker
When'er I touch your hand,
I'm transported to a Magic Land!
One that contains only Peace,
And, from all pain, surcease.
I don't know where it lies,
You touch me, and I close my eyes!
I don't think it can be far,
I don't believe we arrive by car.
Nor can it be by ship,
It is far too quick a trip!
Perhaps this Magic Land,
Exists solely due to sleight of hand!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
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