thirsty for the coolness, taking ice cubes from your lips...
sweet laughter as one gets away, and into your clothes it slips.

simple joys, shared glances, a twinkle in the eye...
moments lived together...take them...before they pass you by.

whats goin' on, that so many now, are often all alone...
what happened...ringing in my ears, it's not the telephone.

hands pressed together, bow my head, you are solice to my soul...
thanks to all who linger here...your love helps make me whole.

So true for me too.

A living room in cyberspace may seem unreal to some
but if you listen softly you can hear the tribal drum
thumping out the rhythms of empathy and love
that emanate from spirits who are residents thereof

They share their darkest secrets and the ecstasy of dreams
and listen quite intently to the agony of screams
the silent sounds of cyberspace echo in the minds
of all the loving people a forum poem finds

Thoughts expressed as pretty phrase so lyrical and sweet
yet filled with such emotion that it burns with fervent heat
tapped by lonely fingertips to eyes around the world
a tribal drumming ritual of sentiments unfurled

Awesome write Kaluna and Abracadabra...

Each of you in your on incredible way touch my emotions with your write...Thank you both for sharing.

Kulunda your writes wonderfully invite us in...

Thankyou for touching us with your words.

Now if you will excuse me I may have to go jump in the river or
something... the ice cubes got me!