As I sleep, touch your fingertips along my fingers and arms
like a pianist for whom the music has stopped.
Or even the air between and slight
a gentle wave upon the quiet sea.
Rest your cupped hand upon my bent head
feel the pulses of love come from inside
like a lighthouse searching the sea
and feel how much I want to love you
you and the whole world.
Let me love you if only just for a bit.
is an old man that occasionally manages to knock out a good
poem or two.