he ache for touch, a primal…

he ache for touch, a primal cry,
Beneath a vast and lonely sky.
The path I tread, a solitary track,
With no one walking at my back.
The world a maze, with walls so steep,
And secrets that my spirit keep.
But in the distance, faint and low,
A melody begins to flow.
A song of comfort, soft and kind,
For hearts that struggle to unbind.
For in our mutual embrace,
We find our strength, our rightful place.
No soul should bear its weight alone,
On fertile ground, where love is sown.