When I close my eyes
I see red roses
an droplets in water
so close I could almost touch them
yet just out of reach
no matter how far I go
the roses will always evade my hands
and the pools forever invisible to the touch
the elegance and beauty of the two pulls me in
but in the far lands of my mind
I know that the roses,
are razor-sharp to the fingertips
and the flowing stream,
poisonous to the skin
but I attempt with all my will
to embrace the vibrant roses
and wishing current
with my curious
and simple hands.

When my eyes are open
all I see
is yet to be described.
Such a gracefully pained image,
I'd imagine,
That is to be told.