Things we touch

I cannot reach it

Though my yearning is great

Away from my hand it moves

Or perhaps it simply is not as close as it seems

I cannot touch it

Though it touches me

 

Brilliant Magenta

The hues embody flavor

Satiates the soul for a moment

Like my lovers breath

Another time

Long ago

Though I cannot touch her

She touches me

 

In my hand

I held it but for a moment

Into the wild it runs

Gentle frog

No longer can I hold it

Yet it touches me

 

I once communed with a bird

In fact I communed with two

As I whistled it flew in an arc

In through my open window

And at once out again

Round and round and then gone

Though I cannot touch it

It touches me

 

If I could I would hold her in the dark night

Black water ship riding out with the tide

The mountains snowy peaks gleaming from a sliver of the moon

We cannot even reminisce

Though I cannot touch it

It touches me

 

 

As she once did

Reviews

[...]

. the mystery behind these amazing moments that we encounter baffles me sometimes ... your poetic words trigger precious memories ... i'm glad i read them ... it's important to remember what we had ... even if fleetingly ...

[Liderien]

again...wonderfully written

[Whiskurz]

I really like your word choices....Good write.....Whisk