LITTLE LACES

In all the steps I have taken
my heart still stays in the shadows
to hide the tears
left unspoken
from touches I've never known.

Fame and fortune
are but idols
fleeting, empty,
lacking power to give me fire.

When my life is measured
by its labor,
only the times my fingers
felt another
do I feel fulfilled.

It is a dream more than day,
a yearning in famine
known all my life.

For me I can live in chance's poker parlor
never knowing should tomorrow bring
gold or trash.

Without a passion's little laces
veins pulses is faint and fragile.