Transcendence

Your hand touched symbols that filled the

air with sonorous sounds.

Your hand touched fountains that drenched the

desert with ample water.

Your hand touched petals that colored the

world with rainbow gardens.

Your hand touched sunlight that brightened

raven tunnels with golden skies.

Your hand touched evening vines that intoxicated

sorrows in desperate towns.

Your hand touched faces that occupied

souls with endless laughter.

Your hand touched mine and softened

this heart once made of stone.