A touch a kiss Simple things I do miss How often these words written together By the poet the dreamer birds of a deather I dream of you I need you badly How often these words written so sadly We sit alone On a thorny throne Of pain angst and dispair For that one person to care Writer verse after verse The words we reherse The emotions we wish to share The lonely poet the pen the dreams denied Because of no esteem lack of courage or closed eyes Speak now! Speak up! Or forever hold your peace -Feb 97 -Wolfie