Touchstone

Touchstone:
Your hand moves tear drenched hair away.
A forehead kiss puts fear at bay.
But can I trust this absolution?

You are my touch stone
my soul completely own
You are my touch stone

Your soft kind words after all I've heard
Fly on the wings of restless bird
How can there be resolution?

You are my touch stone

my soul completely own

You are my touch stone

Do I believe them all? 
Let them land and fall?
to pick and choose
My heart to loose?
What is my solution?

You are my touch stone

my soul completely own

You are my touch stone

I reach for you and move my hand
Over your heart and quiet my demand
to reach this simple conclusion

You are my touch stone

my soul completely own

You are my touch stone

My touch stone.
By Catraven =^..^= 7/31/2013
for Patrick