Soft Touch

The soft touch of the morning sun

Brings warmth into my heart

At night, moonbeams caress my face

As if we’ll never part.

Why must I seek my passion

From the sun and moon above ?

When standing right beside me

Is the one I truly love.

Just give me sweet, soft kisses

And flowers at my feet.

Look deep within to find my soul

Then let our bodies meet.

If you become the warmth of sun

You’ll melt my heart away.

And I’ll become your moonbeam

Through every night and day.

But, for now, I hold my heart

Seeking solace in the sky.

And when you understand my needs

True tears of joy I’ll cry.

W. David Martin, Jr.

May 27, 2001