My one hand?
It’s what you see here
on the page making funny marks
that become funny meanings
in your musing mind.
But my other hand, well!
It reaches outside in the smoke on the wind.
It gropes in the night for a dear not-here friend.
it touches heaven
it waves at eagles
it feels the raindrops
and cries with seagulls
while the waves tumble in
and in…it is washed in them too
my other hand,
well it awakens you
Charissa's Grace Notes 
https://shinigstars.wordpress.com/2015/08/04/poemthe-guest/..i have wrote a poem,will you please take a look..
Hi sweetie…thank you for inviting me to look at your poem. I rather liked it. Your voice is far stronger at 25 than mine was at 30!!
Keep writing…and let the Poetess speak thru the poetess!
Charissa
Such lovely images. Especially the hand and book one.
Thank you for your heart felt comment!
Few can make the spiritual world seem as alive and stimulating as you. An exhilarating piece.
p’raps your heart has felt that hand trail over your strings, stirring their music for the moon?
as always, Elli…I am truly honored that you read and reply
Like tiptoeing on stars.