Princess (Poem)

In the kingdom of his reverie map,
Resides the lucent princess he dreams to grab
When,
A hint of sunlight falls on his lap
He looks for its path but fails to trace back
So enthralling would it be to hold the spot, he visions
Gonna be MY OWN LIGHT of princess which glistens

He tries his hand, curves it, bends it
But fails in every effort bit by bit
As with each hand's drop
The spot of light queened the top.

Maybe she's meant to be like that,
Maybe she was too bright for all the wreck
As his hands weren't tough enough
To hold the princess within that hazy fleck.

You'll try to bewitch her by your charm
And fantasize her in your arms
You'll dream of the fleck in your hand
And paint it with the color black.
But oh boy, you'll LOSE
As with every step, she'll paint your heart with
Not only black but darkest of the blues.

You'll try to trace her
You'll try to pick her
You'll try to grab her
And you'll strive to blow her
But still she'll shine bright
Leaving you desperate to catch a hint of her light.