There is a reason to give and to go br All of the temptations of every each br The fingers that smoothly feeling will teach br And give every touch their intimate first glow br Every reason beyond in the new flow br That comes like an echo of clouds breeze blow br The roots of the morning that to your reach br Colors your ways and some shades bleach br Little words sending into the found heart br Like flames that do flicker before they're lost br Each the gusting on flowing with their rampart br The memories twisted inside and tossed br Each the future of hope that comes here still br Moments of luck the hours thereon fulfillbr br Peter S.