Reaching

I’m reaching out

I try harder and harder

an open arm

I guide my hand

She fades away from me

each step I take

I can see her faintly

every inch I move

her curves blow away

with the wind from under my breath

and from the heavens

I try to stop myself

from being under

but I can’t help it

I only want to try

try for a welcoming hug

a feel

a touch

But every time I near

she pulls away

further and further

into the darkness

of a corner unknown to me

I try to see her

I push myself

I dig in deep

I conquer any obstacle

tackle warriors

break boundaries

cross borders

all for her

But

as I get nearer

she fades away...

she becomes silent

pulls herself out of reach...

So...

I wait,

with my hand on my soul

folded arms

I wait

for her

to reach

me

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.10.30.17:30:00@NYC