I look at my hands sometimes.
They fascinate me sometimes.

These are the hands that create.
These are the hands of a shrew.
These are the hands of madness
These are the hands of one in agony.

These hands take a tiny stitch with a tiny needle on silk
and make a dream come true for someone far away.
These hands soothe a crying child
and take tears away to bring a smile instead.

These are the hands that create
These are hands that destroy.
These are hands that are wrung in desperation
When their owner can't sleep.

These hands stich and embroider and write and type.
These are the hands that hold you.
These are the hands that trace loving paths over all of you.
These hands wipe away my tears.

These are the hands of an angel
These are the hands of a demon
These are the hands of a genius
These are the hands of an eternal soul.

These are the hands that stitch
On the fabric of time.
Spinning, spinning
your dreams.

Db 31st May 2000:exhilaration