nice and touchy

<<-----reaching out to pat Frank on the head....yep....nice and touchy.....*smile*...


Seemingly tenuous
are the ties that bind …
Golden gossamer
threads wound
Tightly
around hearts
and minds
wanting so badly
To share
To care
To become
Enmeshed
And pulled together
out of
the solitary
confinement
we once inhabited
so seemingly contented …
… and accepting …
of our singular
existence
but in reality
merely
insitutionalized
by our loneliness …

Thin strands
with the
potential strength
of Titanium
threatened
in their new found
fragile state
by outside
Forces
running their
Courses
with no thought
or care
for the ravages and
Damages
left lingering
In their
Deadly wake …

Burgeoning
Sweet seedlings
potentially
Annihilated
by winds
Unabated
in their
appetite
for destruction …

But as with
a mighty oak
often battered
and shattered
by a direct hit
from gale
Forces
a willow
slight and thin
will bend with
the wind
Surviving
even the most
Monstrous
of blows ….

Our ties together
are sparse
and lean
and it remains
to be seen
if they are forged
in steel
or mere whispers
of thread….

When the storm
is over
and the winds
have died down
Will we be left
standing together
or lay in
tattered remnants
upon the ground….?