Hands

hands

millions, millions of hands

they opened wide

spreading their fingers

and made silent music

i never hear

that silent music

is the soul

that wanders off

like spirits

invisible,

you cannot see

the magic

upon your shoulder

until you finally felt it

in your bones

cos

love is there

all along

so is the millons, millions

of hands

walking like black ancestors

on the ground

flowing

the graces of couragement, freedom,

fate

into our own anthem of

our hearts

© 2008 Kai C.