Higher than Clouds

My hands are so tired, reaching

for something that I know, will never

fall to my unsteady hands.

Is this what I really want?

Author's Note

Inspired by CG's (or pleasewritehome's) Down and Out http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/pleasewritehome/999563/ It seems to just have popped into my head.

Reviews

[Becky]

Simple yet powerful, it kind of oozes sadness. But not an overwhelming amount. Just enough to keep it melancholy and painful. It's kind of a peaceful sadness, if that makes any sense. Probably not. I rarely do. But excellent job, anyway.

I shall conclude my complete and utter creeping now, because my eyes feel like they've go sand rubbed into them. Highly unpleasant. Keep writing, though. I shall be lurking about more often.... *creepy, slightly insane cackle*

Yep. It's time for bed. Goodnight/Good morning/Good afternoon!

[Tai Ryens]

The pain of longing for something that just cannot be given to yourself is expressed wonderfully here.

[Legolas]

Great poem. i love the simplicity of it. Great job

[Alm]

Thank you, as always, Legolas :)

[Legolas]

Your welcome, as always, Alyssa:)