My hands are beyond composing of love.
These were blessed and sensitized from above.
Some crystals tingle and hurt in my hands.
They sting back too with its higher demands.
There are some healers of old and new friends.
They perform healing that always transcends.
Their true love is inherited throughout.
This has always been true without a doubt.
The gifts of their warm hands will always heal.
This holistic work would seem so surreal.
This includes the healing of one’s aura.
They connect with the flora and fauna.
The tingling sensation was felt on my back.
The seeing of colors is what I lack.
I could see wispy gray and white trails mix
behind moving cars as my eyes transfix.
At three PM, I heard a bell ringing.
He whistled a tune like a bird singing.
He spoke a strange language unlike someone.
Hands guide me back to the warmth of the sun.
Revised on 07-08-2006 06:38PM…
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