I reach to touch it
It is so close
I can feel its texture on the tips of my fingers
It is so close
It's presence making itself known
But,as I close my fingers around it,it turns to dust
I search for it everywhere
It seems as though it was never there
However I swear I saw it
I swear I almost touched it
But, none of this matters
Because once again it slid right through my fingers.
