There is beauty all around me,
there is beauty to be touched,
there is beauty to be held
with every gaze.
To hold this beauty
would be sure bliss.
To have this beauty
just beyond my reach,
only to be seen
and never touched.
This beauty is out of my range
out in the distant land.
To far for my out stretched hand
as I run closer,
this beauty is further away
I stop running.
The beauty comes closer,
I try to touch this beauty that I see,
again as before this beauty
is only for eyes to see.
Not to hold, not to stand,
not this day, not in this land.
So I will wait til this beauty that I see
is standing in front of me.
And on this day
for which I dream,
the beauty I see
will reach out for me.
