LISTEN!

[Se****]

It burns like gold upon the hill.
It calls my name, but stays so still.
My hands reach out into the air.
They touch the dark, and find nothing there.

A ***ted flower behind the pane.
I feel no wind, I feel no rain.
I only look with hungry eyes.
At things that wear a forbidden prize.

Some steps are meant to never land.
Some water slips right through MY hand.
I love the shape of what is not.
And keep the dream I never got.

You read this, but do you know.
The words are meant to make you glow?
Reflect as you ponder.
Tis I that wish to make you fonder.