A dream of her

Sometimes I dream

a dream inside a dream,

I dream of places long time gone,

I dream of poetry ever written,

I dream of the astral world


I dream of  her


the woman that never was


I remember the perfume of her skin

wrapping me as the silk of my youth


I remember the sweet liquor of her lips

intoxicating me as the wine of greece


I remember the fragil sound of her heart

that can be broken with only a touch


I remember the abysm

inside her soul


I remember the flames

dancing in her eyes


at least I remember that she never was


and I dream a dream

inside a dream

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