Hands Of Heaven

Soft and tender

White and bright

The hands that look holier than a rite.

Borrowed by sunshine

Stole by night

The hands that look holier than a rite.

Your hands of bone and summer blood

Your hands feather softer when clutched

Tell me where is a render of love

I'll show it your way and prescribe a hug.

Chastened by the glory of your arms delight

I could cuddle in those arms with no memory and sight.

As I remember the first fair touch

Of those beautiful hands that I love so much

Only a touch was it ever so light

My heart drenched and felt so right.

The beauty of those beautiful hands

Can coax the plucked leaf back in sands

I wonder if I truly deserve the touch

So heavenly that it almost quenched my soul.