Only a Dream
As she walks nigh.
Shawl flux like waves.
Strides, rhythmic in grace.
Strands of black silk teeming from her head.
Bronze statue,
Then creamy ceramic, that explodes with life.
I breathe, what breath.
It's gone.
Cognition lost.
Speech stifle.
Reaching to touch,
But her eyes still me like salt.
Dreaming, only a dream.
I wake.
She dissipates.
Another drink to sleep.
Please, I beseech thee sleep.
Then she appears.
Allow me to abide here.
Never again to let the windows open,
For the noise is too much,
And the lady's gone.
If my slumber is cessation,
There upon solace.
To behold her fetching smile.
I inhale her aroma.
The sweet moisture of her kiss.
I know I've returned,
For reality can't create her.
Dreaming, only a dream.
I wake.
She dissipates.
Another drink to sleep.
Please, I beseech thee sleep.
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