Arms Reach

Sitting in the sun
Under her warmth,
Exuding her pressure and force.

I am paralyzed.
Her beauty surrounds me,
Her rays engulf me,
Her presence makes me joyous.

I sit and allow her to,
Freeze me,
For but a moment in time.

I whisper into the wind,
"Where are you?"
Arms reach, but so far.

I ask myself,
"How far is the moon?"
Would I really go there?
I just might .