On My Mind

Gentle arches
Reddish brown

Traced along
The barest sound

As my finger
Strokes your brow

Each touch lends strength
To hope struck down

Waxy finish
Wiry feel

You close your eyes
As I set free

The weariness
That chafes your soul

A heart so full
It overflows

Then bleeds its life
Filled, drained, by turns

With each fresh joy
And each fresh hurt

Tumbled mix
Elation, doubt

Some days such gray
Then sun bursts out

And at each turn
I stroke your brow

Knowing so well
Each emblem curve

A face that rests
Within my mind

My wordless way
To say, somehow

I share what you
Are feeling now.