TASTE

I could taste my dream
     in the half dark
Standing on the precipice
    I could see it's mirage
        I could hear it
             in my being
But the dream
        had come
            and gone
and only I
        stood on the cliff's edge
peering under an
            upraised hand
into the mist
      of dreams
   hoping to catch
            at last glimpse
   that which was
          mine
  that which was given
       only to me
my dream in the
        half dark
      in the drifting mist


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