#3
Water spills through my hands
As I cup them and drink from the spring
And my hands fall apart, fluttering in the air
I imagine a butterfly sailing on the wind
Though it’s only my hands.
And on the rock, a shadow falls
A bird flutters down to drink from the spring…

#2
My hands are cold,
I shiver.
I blow on them, trying to find some heat,
You take my hands in yours,
You are warm, comforting,
Rubbing my hands.
My hands are warm,
I smile.

#1
I reach out to you in a dream
Hands open, trusting, nothing to hide
Hoping you will reach back
Hands clasped
Touching
Sharing
I reach out to you in a dream