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My heart flows forth like water, Through my fingertips, out of my pen; Everything that pours from me, Still cries out for him. My hands reach out to touch him, When they reach out he is gone; I've never felt so empty, And never so alone. A paper testimonial, Of a sweet and much loved friend; A monologue of loving words, That never seems to end. Every touch from calloused hands, Every moment spent; Standing in his tender arms, So strong and Heaven sent. Words that paint a picture, No one else may care to see, But yet they pour forth like a flood, From deep inside of me. Like springs of cool fresh water; Like rivers running wild; My words for him are endless, Rolling mile after mile. Just when it slows to a trickle, The rain starts pouring down; Then my heart is a torrent again, And in my words I drown. But in those cool fresh waters, I still stand in his arms; In those words on paper, He keeps me safe from harm. And in those cool fresh waters, The healing will begin; As my heart flows forth like water, Through my fingertips, out of my pen. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1995
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