He dips his hands into my soul; shows to me cupped in his hands the colors of my life.

His eyes gleam with some knowledge hidden from me, they have the power of the moon.

He beckons me to follow him and he turns and walks away
Into the night.

I stand-alone under the placid night sky unsure of what to do
To go, or to stay

My eyes cannot leave him as he walks away from me; he is going on a journey I want to go.

I am afraid as I take the first step toward him, then another and another. He takes my hand.

There is warmth in his smile, wisdom in his eyes that make me feel safe, I hold on tight

He leads me to places unseen, and unheard, memories beyond description. He mesmerizes me.

He dips his hands into my soul; shows to me cupped in his hands the colors of my life.

A poem by Tammy� 2000
music: "Signs Of Life" - Pink Floyd

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