Fascinating, beautiful, mysterious
Out of reach
Out of touch
Yearning for a kiss
That isn’t there
Walk to the park
Pluck dandelions
To blow in the wind
And not make a wish
While the clouds form an odyssey
And the sun lights the stage
The night drops
Like a curtain
Right on your head
Some people paint a pretty picture
But like a kid’s toy
An etch a sketch
You give them a real nice shake
And you are left with nothing.