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Click hereDon't you know
anything's possible
in the grey miasma
inside my mind
where I walk
when I'm dreaming?
You go there too
I know you do
You're there almost
every night
In the pale grey
over light
Why can't I catch you?
You're always almost
within my grasp
But when I reach for you
You waft away
And I'm left
Clutching at shadows
Clinging to haze
Nothing there but
steamy vapor
I want you so
Why can't I touch you?
I can feel you
Waiting
With a half-scowl on your
almost-perfect face
I trace your features
with my love sick
mind's eye
I sculpt you with
Besotted fingers
Which need not touch you
To make you
They know you
so well
Oh how I ache
to feel your silken skin
under my fingertips
And to caress you
with my hand
my mind
my spirit
my soul
Why not walk with me for a spell?
I've waited for for oh so long
And here you are
Smiling
At my doorstep
Dare I take this treasured gift
you offer so sweetly?
If I touch it
will it dissolve
into the murk
from whence it came?
And once again
will I stand
empty handed
broken hearted
Peering foolishly
into the mist
that is you
My long-ago promised lover
My charming prince
My knight in shining armor