If Only

It was... If only it had been! Immersed in abstract reality Conversation Laughter Loving Wanting to reach out and confirm tangible expectations But instinctively knowing it is an exercise in futility Because by reaching out, The spell would be broken The magic would be gone Dispersed like smoke in the wind Leaving be-hind The bitter-sweet after-taste Of what is; but is not If only.... It can be seen with-out the sub-conscious being a catalyst For a projection that can-not be visualised With the naked eye So the windows to the soul with the curtains drawn Kept imploring to the sub-conscious To tarry, nay If only.... For a little while So some-thing so puritanical Can be revelled in But reality... Oh, in-evitable reality! Tore in and shattered any illusion of nirvana Leaving behind poignant memories To ferry a battered soul over to the shores of dawn