Here we are in the hereafter time
Where we hold close in our being
I try to give my thoughts to rhyme
To let you feel the me, without seeing

Letting the words wash over and around
As a cascade of flow to make them pure
With the feel of a waterfall falling down
Erasing all doubts and making you sure

Read my words with the touch of braille
Fingertips lightly touching with the drift of feel
As we ride the boat of destiny under full sail
Where all things can happen, and all be real

Let these thoughts swirl to our way
We will soar to the skies in a magic of time
For in your smile, I see you heard my say
With our clasp of hands, we become sublime