you were the glimmer in the sand,
in the yards afar,
the tiny speck of dazzle,
that was blinding with attraction.
the back of my hand was all i knew,
not the distance,
not the size,
nor the attraction you aroused.
an empty sheet i owned,
and with it i painted with unconfident brushes,
what i saw,
and what i felt in my own perceptions.
i made a you,
of divine colours and contour,
but mostly i made a you,
you did not understand or approve.
because you were a tiny speck,
i never contemplated the distance,
or understood why you were blinding to my eyes,
i was never good at the guessing game.
play me a tune; maybe i'll sing,
tell me a story; maybe i'll recite,
give me a map; maybe i'll follow,
but not charades cause i'll be wrong.
you are the glimmer in the sand,
with a million footsteps in between,
shining brightly even in the night,
the diamond i can't afford.
