Upon the high cliff lies a flower.
It is more than any ordinary flower.
This flower bleeds with every color of the rainbow,
Stars of crystals dotted on its petals
and glistening in the sunlight.
I reach for the flower,
My fingers almost grazing its greatness,
but then I remember what lies below:
A chasm of crashing waves in a blackened sea.
The waves taunt me,
Beckoning me to release myself into its transparent embrace
If I just reach for that flower.
Uncertainty pushes me away from the floral diamond,
Saying, "it is only a flower. More will grow."
But day after day,
my heart burns for the beauty
and my hands reach out again,
Trying to touch something I want,
but cannot have.