Not by human hands

Caressed by light yet not by human hands
Stroked by colour, touched by sun and moon
The  lonely person cannot understand

We want the feel of flesh, the words so kind
Enveloped in our coat of  dogged gloom
Caressed by light yet not by human hands

Fixed on one who  elsewhere is deployed
We fail to notice as  our hate consumes
The  lonely person  will not understand

As our mind with misery is crammed
We do not check the facts,  careering on
Indifferent to the light,  or humankind

Colourless emotions fake our lines
Sharing words and sentences  is doomed
The  lonely person   could well understand

In the darkness of the human mind
Caressed by  none but God, we  lose the tune
The  lonely  feel  dismembered  and then damned 

If we feel despair  and breakdown looms
Will we weed out love and  bring  down ruin
Caressed by light yet not by human hands
The  lonely person wills  that she withstands