"The Hand"

I saw you tonight in my long ago memory

as you wandered down the lonely blue shore

in a low, gray mist.

You were there all alone, dejected and sad

As you walked so slowly down the barren beach.

I wanted only to walk with you

So I reached out for you in the incredible mist

I only wanted to hold your hand

And maybe experience what I had been reading about

And had thought about forever,

And had been longing for

Lo, these many years.

Slowly I came to terms with the almost forgotten, dead dreams

And gradually awakened to the realization

There on the vast and endless beach

That you had a warm and sensitive hand

empty

Just within my reach

Waiting patiently for mine

To fill those empty voids and spaces

Between your long and caring fingers.

Finally your hand held mine so tenderly and filled all my voids as

I breathed a sigh of relief

In the foggy, smoldering mist.

You held me close and

I closed my eyes as I thankfully touched your hand again

And knew without a doubt

That you were waiting for me.