Title: Brush

I can feel your soul;
a brush against mine.
A light feeling, softer than air.
Light orange against dark blue.
Passion against sorrow,
breathing life back into time.
A breath, a beat;
the sliver of eternity.
All of your emotions press against mine,
a nudge in the heart and a tickle in the throat.
I can feel you,
across the span of time.
Past miles,
and into days.
The simple brush of your soul,
bringing a smile to my face.