LOVE SUBLIME

In the clouds. 

This is the stuff that only dreams are made of. 
Intangible yet tangible. 
It is you. These clouds are you, my love. 
I can see them, they're right in front of my face. 
Every time I walk toward them and get to where they were, 
I look and there's nothing there, they're further away again. 
It's like they invite me and then they pull back. 
You invite me, I can't just not walk into you, but then you're gone. 
Like evaporation. 
Further away, I can still see you. 
But I can only keep tabs on you when you're out of arm's reach. 
When I get too close, you vanish into a mist that I can still feel, 
But it's nothing like the invitation. 
What are we doing here? You know I love you 
But I don't want to call it romantic because then we're failing. 
As friends, 
We're only failing some of the time.