These Hands Can Touch

These Hands Can Touch

These hands can touch, but cannot describe,
these hands do not have the sensitivity
to describe, without the confirmation
that only seeing can ever bring.

Even though we move together
through the darkness of our night
to hold each other against the cold
as the winds blow outside these walls

as if they wanted to destroy everything
and turn our own small world to dust.
Just because we have turned our backs
on the night and the world waiting outside

to take these precious moments into our hands
and offer them to each other before the day
comes to take this, our only night, away
leaving us with nothing for these hands to hold.