Touches Never Reached

You see it;

You reach for it;

But to grasp for it ,is not to be;

Deep as a shadow in a foreground,

Light shines and cast a halo, to all it is,

Passionate as a soft breeze;

gently touching your cheek,

Calm as a wave from the sea;

Bright as a sunshine;

Soft as silent steps in the night;

As thirsty as you get in a desert;

As full as the moon, that brings shadows to the night;

As calm as the seashores;

As soft as a bird glides in flight;

A touch from the heart ,I see brightness

and emotions to be;

To carry a shadow in my heart so tenderly;

With passion for touches that never reached ;

never rambled, never will be;

to memories to be,

 in shadows to my purist in heart ;

this rose with so much beauty,

it shadows my life,

for its rare splendor;

For the beauty captured by imagination ,

to the essence in touch, for what it holds,

so touched by emotions ;

sometimes it never reaches;

Its splendor goes on for what it holds;

A  touch that could never reach,

what it holds to our eye,

its beauty confound in what  we see;

as rare as this sacred rose;

what holds to our life,

Till the time we do reach,

holding it close to our heart,

With deep essences;

To all the pleasures it gives.

When within our reach,

Hanger