Trust

by Griselda Steiner


I trust your hands
I trust your kiss
In your touch I remember
The youth that passed me by
When light flickers and dies in the night
In my caress you searched for a dream
By blue waters cooled by the moon
Your heart will be transformed
Bound by our roles and ancient mores
We have only chosen moments
I trust your hands
I trust your kiss
In your touch I remember
The youth that passed me by