To Another

Hard to find the words.

To Another.


Why is it so hard to find the words?
Words are usually the escape into relief,
But there seems to be none.
No ease to what's inside,
Just the knowledge to eventual release of flow.

Peace in anothers hand,
To look at, not hold.
To view the texture,
With the yearning to feel.
The promising enlightenment,
Without the chilling dark....

Tantilizing Completeness!