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