Poetry critique, please?

~Youth~

The light of your youth, so vibrant

That it floods the room.

To me you are surreal, almost

Ethereal in nature.

If only I dared, if only one time,

To brush the flesh of your cheek

With the back of my hand.

Would you turn away?

Would my invasion be welcomed?

The heat radiating from within

Every fiber of your being

Consumes all of my thoughts.

All of these thoughts

Are forbidden in nature

Not only by the laws of society,

But also by the stronger morals

My weakened soul does not

Possess.

and

~Wonder~

Stillness bathed in a sea of pale stars, liquid silence

Clarified by the twilight and rising moon;

The color of life is shaded with hesitant dark blues.

Without caution or uncertainty, the curtain of night

Drapes across the stage of the day after its final call,

Faithful and ageless as the dawn of time itself.

Unspoken are the wind's words, though a whisper

Chances a thoughtful escape here and there,

Drifting high and low, as a pillar of wonder.