Whole my life,
I chase a way,
Too long,
To climb a mountain,
To swim across,
The deepest ocean,
To experience,
The finest moment,
Of beauty and grace!
With possibility,
Near to my end,
I feel my hand,
Catching its face,
And feeling its game,
Of Hide and seek,
The same old game,
Yet able to catch its hand,
I feel the chased,
Been always been within my grasp!
Winnie Angel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chase-2/
