The Untouchable

The black trouseau with its silvery sparkles Inspires me to roll on. But ho, i can't touch it. A luminous silver coin charms me Happily to use it. But ho, i can't touch it. A painted yellow plume with smudgy rouge Ashed around desires me. But ho, i can't touch it. Dip dip, says a saphire stream For me to feel replenished. But ho, i can't touch it. A glassy white spread burns me to blister. I want to remove it. But ho, i can't touch it. Now this rain seeks to connect me With those sky-clad scenarios. But ho, they've bid me bye, bye. Ho ho, untouchable welkin ever so, ever so.