You are a creation of a lonely heart,
shaped by years of storms and turmoil,
living in a heart without existence,
a safe harbour of retreat, always
there to comfort and console.
From the dark pools of your eyes
to your tender touch and your breath
in my neck, the fragrance of your hair
and the tenderness of your lips,
a dream, a phantom of the mind,
untouchable yet at times, so real.
A heart calls into the emptiness
of make believe, a hand reaches
out and touches the wind, never
to hold, neither to taste the
tenderness of your sweet lips.
Are you out there, somewhere,
to walk into my life one rainy day,
to add truth to a lifelong dream?
Or will you remain for evermore,
a phantom of the mind,
nothing but a dream?
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