Our lives connect at touch points, time and again,
according to an elaborate and elegant plan.

Some touch points are like skipping a stone across a lake,
a simple pleasure before the stone sinks out of sight.

Sometimes we bounce off and never see each other again,
and we wonder why we met at all in this lifetime.

Sometimes we touch hearts, bond nicely for awhile,
then our lives travel separately along parallel lines.

Some touch points occur over and over again,
oddly it may seem, at key points in our lives.

The sign of a soul who we are destined to love
have touch points whose frequency continues to grow.

This morning as you sleep, with your arms around me,
I wonder, which one of these will this touch point be?

Original artwork by Gina Murrow, silk artist, www.silkcreek.com
Poem by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2009, all rights reserved.