She passes between us, Delicate beauty, youth, innocence, confusion ... The last petals of hope falling upon your face As she reaches toward twisted comfort. And as I look upon this cold empty moment A warm wind walks beside the worn path to brush by her side, Bright rays of solar energies fall gently across her shoulders. Tears of bittersweet connection ... So many miles to travel In search of the healing power Of a simple, compassionate embrace. I see why you still hang around.