(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

My Hand Is Outstretched

You difficult man
Let me into your soul
My hand is outstretched
For you to hold

Let me run my fingers
Through your hair
Kiss you with my eyes
Touch you with the air

Let me shelter your passion
A salvation you so much need
To cleanse you from the apostasy
On which your demons feed

I can only offer my love
You afflicted man
My hand is outstretched
Reach out to me

Let me take you to places
Places where you can
Smell the colours and see the scents
Places where simplicity prevails

Let me remove the impediments
From your eyes
At least let me give you sight
I can see, so perfectly see
The aura which you breathe

Mysterious man
Turn if you can
Search the depths of my soul
.. and see..
My hand is outstretched

-1998 – ©Copyright Lynette Dias-Gouveia

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answer the fo; ; owing questions
Like this if you hate when you dropp a big poop and the water comes back up and splashes your butt
if one mans sucess is the mesure of another mans misery may it please god if I am a failure