It Is

It has death in the title but I can't think of it It has the glow of the moon but I can't see it It has the rustle of the leaves but I can't hear it It has the fragrence of roses but I can't smell it It has the tartness of green apples but I can't taste it It has the coldness of ice but I can't touch it It has life in the name and I can't remember it It has the shine of the sun and it's blinding me It has the roaring of the wind, and it's deafening me It has the scent of rain on the horizon, and it's drowning me It has the taste of sugar and it's sickening me It has the heat of fire and it's burning me It stares me in the face as it runs away It is burned into my memory as it fades from view It screams at me as silence overtakes me It flies through the air as it disapates It burns and flows as it evaporates It isn't physical as it leaves me numb It exists I see it I hear it I smell it I taste it I feel it And I wish it would be reliable And I wish I could watch it And I wish I could listen to it And I wish I could breath it And I wish I could consume it And I wish I could sense it But when I try It is invisible It is mute It is gone It is tasteless It is fragile It is gone and I want it back It is shadowed and I want it illuminated It is silent and I want it declared It is faded and I want it surrounding It is bland and I want it flavorful It is aversive and I want to hold it It is known But I don't truly know it now It is...