I see your concern:
Furrowed brow,
Stern distant eyes.
Where are those thoughts?
Far away lands?
On the shining sea?
Climbing Cadillac Mountain?
Probably much closer,
Stress ever present.
Your silence is heavy,
Unmistakable
Invisible
Weight.
I want
To touch,
To soothe,
To hug.
Tis forbidden.
Every heart deserves
Caring
Kind compassion.
I'm willing.
Won't you please,
Let me.
       ~Treasa Cailleach