Auburn, Alabama USA
(this little piece was written Feb. '98...based on a letter I got from a certain special person)
When the light catches just right
Your fingerprints appear.
Showing me your reality; proof that
you really are.
I marvel at their lines and the
part of you they still hold.
I must touch them and be where you've
been once before.
I wish I could hold the hands
that left them there
If only I were as lucky as the surface
that your prescence adorned.
~*Only when it is dark enough can you see the stars*~