Touch My Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Touch my heart with your heart
For everything is going by
It's a beginning footstep to start
And then it's like clouds so high
Every dance that we know
Is from its closeness or distance
Like dancing above till and fro
For another second chance

Years are drifting in our vain
It's the blood of every occasion
Made from pleasures and strain
To its demeanor and orations
Existence's of choice and blessing
Coincidences for a time's break
We are dancers in its caressing
Moving forward for each wake

Let me love and let me still find
Everything I need to really know
Leave the misplaced - in its behind
For wheels of life must go and go
I've tried in every one of my ways
To find what I was looking for
But in there were countless days
I didn't know and wasn't sure