Moonshine

Something I just wrote, feelings on a page.

My hands wither away as I hold onto...what?

What do I cling to, in this wisp of a world

The lightest touch crumbles it and I wail

Why does it not want my affection? Why did I do?

I reach out again, hesitatingly and lurch forward

I lightly caress it, warmth under my hand.

It freezes and then runs. I chase, feeling alive!

Take me! Take me to a better world! 

I speed up as it does, getting closer.

It stops and instead of cowering, tangles deep in my hand.

I part my lips and sigh as deep as Van Gogh's clouds

feeling light as a child on a warm summers night, I hold myself

What was different? What did I do? 

Author's Note

Grammar aside, how does this make you feel? what feels off?
I usually do free form poetry