I pray beneath streetlights <br />To find the light within myself; <br />I kiss holy books and letters she wrote <br />In the belief that life is sacred mystery. <br /> <br />Every day is an unknown journey; <br />Maybe our life will remain routine, <br />Maybe we will veer off into a nightmare or dream. <br /> <br />Perhaps, I’m shallow: <br />I only want to listen to music <br />And to smell the fragrance of her hair, <br />To exist in a place of flowers. <br /> <br />Anymore, I’m always on the verge tears <br />For no definable reason <br />And I can no longer discern <br />If I’m happy or sad. <br /> <br />If I disappear tomorrow, <br />It will be as if I never breathed <br />In this fragile place, <br />But a part of me believes <br />I’ve reached her heart <br />And touched her face.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touched-her-face/
