I reach to touch but all I find
is fragrant vapor in my hand
That once had been perfume, I think
and now is not but ghostly form
I look to see but everything
is faded moonlight on the breeze
The shadow of a dream forgot
with nothing but specter's life
I try to hear but all is silence
the scream of snails across the sea
muffled by fleecy clouds between
leaves only dim remembered sighs
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 11:10 AM UTC
I reach to touch but all I find
is fragrant vapor in my hand
That once had been perfume, I think
and now is not but ghostly form
I look to see but everything
is faded moonlight on the breeze
The shadow of a dream forgot
with nothing but specter's life
I try to hear but all is silence
the scream of snails across the sea
muffled by fleecy clouds between
leaves only dim remembered sighs
Copyright March 6, 2011 by Timothy Emil Birch