In the infinite tracery of your fingertips
there is an image
your touch traces out the contours of a path
that we travel
unknowing of future or destiny
searching only for the shining beginning
of you and I

tell me a story
teach me the words
I want to repeat them
softly, each one
birthed like a child
into the world
amidst pain
amidst joy

let me say to you
what you have said
wordlessly
to me

twining my fingers through yours
let's walk together

let's be as one
waiting for tomorrow to come

                    9/12/01