Michael Woodhead


Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2018

My body grows, I feel anew
Nobody knows what I've been through
I feel so different, my senses reel
Can I tell someone the things I feel

Inside my form, a feeling flows
Emotions stream, my esssence glows
My skin is tingling, a single touch
]Is it true that fires can mean so much

I know I feel within my heart
That I can heal what comes apart
A fleeting whisper, a part caressed
Fills me with passion, I need the rest