Though target is veering.
Almost splitting seams,
Rushing to catch the sun beaming.
Capturing ceilings, develop
Concealing, mental portraits
Of what it’s about.
Hypnotic feelings, rise,
Ever leaning towards the unreal,
Till she looses what was found.
Hope, sometimes a euphemism for denial.
Passing judgement in that,
which is yet to be trailed.
Ecstatically grasping at treasures enticingly veiled.
Enticingly yours for the taking.