I touched the sky with my fingertips today
It was with no help from a bird, or a being,
But from the honesty of a friend.

I'm filled again with loneliness.
This time not for being a stranger,
but from the cold dark stares
That burn through my head and steal my
Only sight of sunshine.

I danced on a rainbow this evening and
Saw the smiles of dreams I once had
And will forever keep, and I was filled
With the same refreshing feeling of diving
Into a cold, crisp lake, waiting for the
Chance to open my heart to the happiness
Of those around me, yet too broken.

I heard the sound of an old friend today,
And listened to the soft melody of this
Dear person and wept for what I had,
And imagined what I may have.
I opened up a new chapter in an old
Familiar book again and began to read
the golden letters of my life.