I can touch the stas now

This is not for you.

We are so close now.

We can almost grasp them now

The stars.

Arms stretched out

trying to find something

substantial

to wrap our fingers around

The stars

Will be the wrungs

of our ladder.

Climb, Climb, climb

Up or down?

This way, that?

We are so close now

To the diamonds in the sky.

Will we ever climb high enough?

To cradle the light?

To caress the beauty?

No.

WE will not.

But I will.

I can touch the stars now.

Reviews

[Amor-de-angel]

We can touch them but we have to believe and have an open heart and mind......
I like the thought of the stars being the rungs of the ladder. Nice write.

[Chloe]

I love it!!! It's so great. It's like we are trying so hard to get something that we can never have. Almost if we feel that we will never have a certain love or form of happiness. Or like, we are climbing a ladder and when we feel that we have reached our destination, there is nothing there. Or, we are climbing a ladder that goes on and on and on and on and on. Great poem. Kudos for the Queen!

[Red_Queen]

Because oly the narrator has realized anyone can touche them if they want.
nobody really wants to though.

[Nephil]

This one makes me wonder why only the narrator can do the star fondling...