Touched by the Hands of God

A sense of time left in color

By a moon river of blue

Fond of the opaque space

A dime fell in a well of light

Tonight a butterfly would fly

Above an escaped dive

Giving another layer of meaning

To men left at a divide

As light would pass a defined fork

Choices of hands that touch hope

Forgiving the rough winds that once blew

A timid flower dressed in white

The castle sitting upon golden sands

Woven tricks of unseen times

The skirts of a meandering sky

Ruffles listening to forms of stardust

Filled with wishes that once would say

They too have been touched by the hands of god

As music played a tune of glory

The ballroom of broken branches

Found at the heart of older age

They dance to a known feeling

Placing one hand over another

Together they are entwined

In emerald images of the ever nearing night

Placing parts of light upon each other