Dreams Beyond Reach

I saw her there again today

on the boardwalk,

staring at the lake.

The breeze teasing

tendrils of hair to play

about her face. A slight billow

of skirt danced about her legs

and she tilted her head

in the summer air.

My goal was an introduction,

a connection to

this perfect peach. But confidence

was lacking and that goal

was difficult for me;

enticing fruit

far beyond my reach.

She turned and strolled

the worn planks,

fingers trailing on the

time polished railing and

I silently gave thanks

as she meandered

toward me.

Then her eyes

caught mine in a trap

of buttery hazel and,

flushing, as her smile

turned the ground around me

soft, my legs became

a sticky wicket.

She carried on, her carriage

a study in ballet.

With desperate sadness

I followed that sway,

her footsteps carrying

the vision away, leaving

a hole in my heart's hope

like the missing piece

in life's jigsaw puzzle.