A Dream

Just out of my grasp,
Like mist that hides
What is just out of my reach.
I can see the shadow,
Catch glimpses,
But cannot touch it.
Cannot remember what it looks like.
But I know it is pleasant.
That it brought a smile to my face
And was worth reaching for.
Though I knew I would
Never catch it.
That my fingers would just
Brush through
My phantom of a dream.

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