Elusive Love.

Holding you is like the sliding of fine rain between my fingers,
I know it never ever lingers, but I try, I try

Holding you is like the rainbow in the sky, too wide, too wide.
your colours in an arc above my head, so high, so high.

Holding you is like a never ending dream, I float, I float
but in the morning when the sun rises at dawn

I turn to see your face upon the pillow next to mine; alone, alone.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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