you appear there <br />in front of me <br />very nearly transparent <br />your presence looking like a reflection <br />in a mist shrouded mirror <br />so hazy a strong puff <br />might blow you away like fog <br />yet this Love is not the memory <br />of a beautiful dream... <br />when I reach out <br />you are there<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beautiful-dream/
