Beyond My Grasp And Path Poem by Jamie Ellen Christian

The Search for a fleeting fruit
always outside my grasp
Glimpse of it for a moment
but the vision doesn't last
Unfulfilled, it passed

Possibilities, hopeful nothings
float away like the clouds
that promised rain
And yet as the drought continues
the sky proves vain

The Search for a fleeting sign
too far away it seems
Could it be a mirage
hovering beyond my path
like a dream

As the morning dew
in the high sun dries
The grass that withers
next to where the puddle lies