Oh to touch each other,

without judgment

instead a quiet revolution,

speaks to our beauty,

that lovely air of innocence

the place where passion

would be the path.

We all live lives

that matter,

in each and every action,

we are wanting,

wishing we might

find a clear understanding.

As simple as that seems

and it really is,

as surface level it appears,

we really only need to feel

the ripple effect

when one’s love

passed upon another,

and then we all feel it,

because it really is out there.

We don’t ever have to make up

the truth about compassion.

If I could pass my love off to you from a distance …