She sits and is majesty;
her words chiming bones on a breeze
that chills the skin and warms the heart.

She sits within reach,
and yet is unattainable, untouchable.
She tempts, teases, unknowing.

Who dare she be,
that with such profound beauty in her,
is locked like gates wide open.

My arms outstretched cannot reach hers folded,
a helpless struggle for a lost cause.

Then a pulsating moment stops, and breathes a sigh,
never moving on with time.