Some sacred moments
You feel so close,
Like I could just reach out...
And take your hand,
Or caress the stubble
On your jaw.
The proximity of the moment intense...
And full of faith.
Then it slips through my fingers
Like the finest of silks;
Softer than a kittens breath,
And so easily blown asunder
To scraps and rags
In the storm\'s great squall.
The yawning gap opens again,
And realisation dawns cold and still...
And so it goes.