Strands of your smile

To touch
to be touched
to create
and to be created

how wonderful it is
to have that feeling
that delicateness
of your touch
of your creation
even if
even if you are
somewhere other than within
these words

Knowing you
is something other than I can create
for this solitude is my creation
is my touch of knowing you
are there
just there, just out of reach
until there are those moments when
we meet
and your touch
is finer than silk
is the strength and fragility of a cobweb
kissing my creation

I try to find you
but only find strands, strands of your smile
sifting through my mind
creating those moments of touch

and there you drift
upon evening’s breeze
and away
and I am the fool to let you