A Float through Night Skies and Other Poems in Youth

Touch

When I touched the bellied cat –

Mount Etna's eruption seemed so close –

A quartet of feelings swung in union –

The distant melancholy stands, nearing –

The gurgling beasts of Grave Seas –

Earthquaking tremors, disrupts the soul –

Cries of Revolt from French masses –

Water flowing through the rooted Dahlias –

A star, bursts into wondrous tempers –

The hands of clocks seem a slight meeker –

Specks of dust form bigger clumps –

Cooling colours engulfed and trenched –

A shout for earth that drifts away –

And futures promoted with inklings –

All together; a single touch.