What is it that keeps me away from you,
Oh Violet of the dawns
Of heavens Unknown and above!
A glass? A moat?
A few inches of wet, green, cold grass?
My feet get thicker,
My heart never heavier!
As I dream to embed in life,
To the sculpture in your arms
Forever!!
( P.S: A passing thought moulded into a poem, about something I've seen! )