Ethereal Woman

A poem about dreams of you, who ever you are.

When ever I awake,
Feel you slip through my mind,
I wonder if you could ever be real,
Or if you are a fake.

A trick my brain has played on me,
To make me feel hope again,
But like rain on a humid build up day,
You slowly evaporate away.

Who are you? Where are you?
Are we meant to be?
Or shall you forever only be,
That woman in the ether,
Who is so far from me

The End

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