Untouchable

A golden sphere,

Scorching and radiant,

Ascended and seared

The eyes of the watching;

Leaving multicolored

Polka-dots swimming

Throughout the other

Spheres which show no color.

Illuminating the dewy grass

And watching sparkles fade,

He observed those who pass

By without a notice.

Beautiful and infallible,

Yet still perceptive.

He's truly not malleable,

Though quite afraid.

I cannot refrain my eyes

From gaping solemnly

At the steady rise

Of this untouchable figure.

I want warmth.

The utter fervor as I

See him rising as far north,

As far from me--