A mist fills my mind.
The smoke of a dream,
As she walks and talks
And gives me her hand.

A dream that feels real,
  But we know better.
A dream carries you off
But you always come home.

You grasp to hold on
  But too tightly and
The dream, like smoke,
  Vanishes into the air.

Then you sit and stare,
Will the dream reappear?
  It will not come back
But it is always right there.