She is beyond my reach
The way the stars are,
And the moon,
As scalding to stare at
As the sun.
I touch smoke, not fire,
The illusiveness of feeling
That vanishes
when my hands clutch at it,
the mistaken notion
we can cling to it,
when all we hold
is empty air,
Christened
With the scent of
Expired fire,
No matter
How hard we stir
The ashes,
We cannot resurrect
The flame,
We once set ablaze,
A mere echo of it,
Just enough to stir up
Hope where there is none,
The more we reach
The more it eludes,
Dissipating smoke
The fire always out of reach,
Like the stars and moon,
No more attainable
That a mirage
That simply won’t
Materialize
Regardless of how far
We go to get there
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