You've got a magical touch.

What, no one's told you? Well, it's not necessarily common knowledge, after all. It's not like magic is overly prevalent in this day and age, and skeptics have never been more pervasive. But I can promise you that you do have the magic touch, because everyone has the magic touch.

I'll bet you that, at some point in your life, you've smiled at a child, if for no other reason than they smiled at you first. I'll bet it was thoughtless, just a knee-jerk response: see a smile, return a smile. You probably forgot about that child about thirty seconds after that, as I'm sure you're a busy person, or at least a distracted one. The child, though, thought about the gentle stranger all day.

I'll bet you've stopped to pet a dog, or a cat, or to coo at a bird in a window. A minor part of your day, a passing fancy. That animal will not forget your scent, nor the sensation of your hand on its fur.

I'll bet someone has cried into your shoulder and left a damp spot there. I'll bet you've stopped to talk to a forlorn stranger. I'll bet you've bent to retrieve a dropped item, handed it to someone. I'll bet you've done something, anything, that helped someone on the brink of tears, someone who was convinced for all the world that they were alone, someone submerged in darkness, the kind you've experienced before, and I'll bet you've brought them light.

That's the thing about the magical touch. It's not a physical touch, not always. It's the ability, the near-magical ability, to leave an imprint on someone else's soul, in the same way they leave an imprint on yours. You adorn them with your fingerprints, each ridged line delicate and loving, and when they feel alone, they run their hands along the groove and remember that someone, somwehere in the world, noticed them and wanted them to live.

Remember, always, that you've left fingerprints, and that without you, the world would be missing a crucial, important, special magical touch.

I want to fly on the wings of sleep

Over the clouds of memory

Off to the wood where dreams are formed

And to the realm where love is born

I want to answer the darkened sky

Calling for me to now rest my eyes

Holding the moon and the stars above

Surrounding me in listening love

Cherry sky, rutilant

Flames of sunset’s florid fate

Tart meets honey stardust

Golden apple satiates

Baked in copper brilliance

Peace of heaven, slice of Pi

Lulling luminescence

Beating heart of Evening’s eye

Slow, deep breath.

Close your eyes.

One more breath.

By a pond.

Feel the breeze.

Leaves applaud.

Slow, deep breath,

hold it in,

count to three

and release...

one day,

someone will break their way past

the walls you use to keep others out.

they'll become familiar with

all the secrets you keep tucked away in your shadow

and the flaws that slip out from underneath

your stubborn mask

whether it be a lover or family or a friend,

that someone will get to know you,

all of you,

and they will fall in love with all the parts of you too.

I once put a meme on my wall

Where people began to like it

more and more, day by day,

people liked it, hearted it

...then they started copying it

and posting on their walls...like memes do!

It was just a meme folks, nothing big...

I just liked the words as

they gave me hope or it was a nice

message...but then the words changed

into something that I believe in...

And then I hoped I lived up to those words

In my day to day actions and exchanges

with people...I hope I help someone as they go along in there day even if it's just to help them smile a part of their day...