Through the Eyes of Princess Jasmine

Running forward,
Bouncing Back.
Reaching Toward you,
Touching Glass.
Peering outward,
My view a blur.
My hands are numbing.
I need more.
Just to see you,
never touch.
It is my torture.
It's not enough.
The sand is dripping.
My ankle's trapped.
I had my moment.
My chance elapsed.
Now I wait here,
Slowly covered
By the sand
Of my lost Lover.