Now <br /> you <br /> see <br /> her. <br /> <br /> <br />(She will always be <br />your dream, never <br />your memory.) <br /> <br /> <br />Her face opens <br />like the rising sun. <br />Her eyes are <br />the shining emeralds <br />of a transcendent Buddha. <br /> <br /> <br />Her lips are as pure <br />and foolproof as those <br />of a naked nun. <br /> <br /> <br />(She will always be <br />your dream, never <br />your memory.) <br /> <br /> <br />Now <br /> you <br /> don't.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shivering-mirrors/
