Frozen Smoke

When I look closely, I see
A web of interlocked hands
Reflected in your pupils,
But they're impenetrable,

Fated to forever tease,
Like snowflakes I can't reach,
A cage between earth and sky,
Immune to years of prying.

What must I be to enter
That walled garden in your smile;
What lies within that eludes
My grasp like frozen smoke?

If words measured the distance,
Then you're farther than the sun,
For I've spilt a world of prose,
And still your heart remains closed:

An atmosphere out of reach.