Poem – The Touch

In the wildness a fairy that longed for more.
Her essence walked the edges of the spring.
And she slept in the moonlit grasses.
Dreaming of the dances of mankind.

Illuminated bubbles of human existence.
From the wildness and weeping a yearning arose.
As the fairy slumbered searching for a star.
Voices whispered from the waters that rippled words.

Thus, in the darkness the fairy awoke.
There sat a young boy so sad and alone.
His brown hair mussed and tossed from concern.
His eyes, glossed shiny wet from despair.

Hearing his sobs she creeped slowly his way.
She wondered what made his emotions flutter in his chest.
The small creatures of the forest listened in silence.
With reverence and care she placed her fairy hand in his.

His breathing stopped as he began to hear the night sounds over his thoughts.
The song in the fairy’s heart calmed his tortured breast.
Looking down, he sees the tiny hand in his palm.
A delicate creature sitting softly on a flower, swaying in the breeze.

She says, “The world weeps so that we can understand.”
“But it only takes the touch of another hand.”
“To release the sincerity from the pain.”
“And allow love to break the chain.”

~Suzanne Wagner~