Uriah Hamilton - Touched Her Face

I pray beneath streetlights
To find the light within myself;
I kiss holy books and letters she wrote
In the belief that life is sacred mystery.

Every day is an unknown journey;
Maybe our life will remain routine,
Maybe we will veer off into a nightmare or dream.

Perhaps, I’m shallow:
I only want to listen to music
And to smell the fragrance of her hair,
To exist in a place of flowers.

Anymore, I’m always on the verge tears
For no definable reason
And I can no longer discern
If I’m happy or sad.

If I disappear tomorrow,
It will be as if I never breathed
In this fragile place,
But a part of me believes
I’ve reached her heart
And touched her face.

Uriah Hamilton

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