A View l Long For

How can something so beautiful , be so near, yet so unreachable? Blues and greens, that dazzle like the kingfisher's l'v never seen. Fire reds that burn into my inner most emotions. Yellows that seem to beam warmth invisibly into my aching body. Like a celestial, divine experience. l long for the views, that only last such a short time. A view, that's like unmatched photography. It imprints into my minds eyes, and l try to process it all. Leaving a longing, a passion, an insatiable desire. l seem to be the only one who can see it, for no one mentions it to me. But it's glory is in my full view. Here l am, struggling to grasp, to hold words , in silent poetry, to exchange the experience for me. For it's a moment in time only, sadly. Just one, of natures natural paintings, slowly moving, then disappearing, from my open French windows. I'm floating gently up into my distant garden canopy. l want to touch and hold, but it's not to be. For then it's softly sinking, just like myself, from my bed-bound bed. For it's view, a gift, freely given, of glorious , evening, Technicolor skies, in summer. That yearning, of its return, is of a view l long for, of Blazing, Burning, Sunsets.