OUt of Reach

My heart is something small;

Begging, yearning to expand;

if not in size then in content.

yet, what is the magic

Out of reach?

My heart pants gasps, spurts

blood oozing but

hollow...

where is beauty?

Where is light?

What will fill my heart

without setting a burden

of impossible weight?

is there a fire

that can rise within

without burning its surroundings?

is there a light

that can eternally shine

without blinding my vision?

is there a thread

that can patch my gashes

without tying, twisting my gut?

is there a word

that can fill my lacks

without bouncing against my delicacy?

is ther a warmth

that can melt the ice

without bringing sweat abroad?

cast away

cast far, far away

is something

out of reach...