She Is Figment

Like setting aside old photographs

I dream of a girl
Autumn hair
Emerald eyes
porcelain skin
and just the right amount of freckles
I have dreamed of her for years
and I know her alabaster perfection
has never graced this world
She is figment
Like Seelie Sidhe and Greek Sirens
She is vapor and shadow
And for fleeting seconds of pregnant night
She has been my companion
But dreams give no warmth
Wraiths have no lips to kiss
They are but ashes to dine on
Deserts do not slake thirst
And I must drink deep
Of mortal cup
Before I drown in dreams

Reviews

[Relic]

It's funny how we often invent the perfect mate in our heads. But that's not reality and we try to clear our heads and move on. And yet she always seems to slip back in so naturally it's unnoticed. I can identify with this one well. Well done.

[MOON]

Well written , the dream and then reality . Dream on though.

[Angel's Lady]

Oh don't we all dream of her, she who takes our breath upon first sight, she who takes our breath upon first kiss...sweet perfection incarnate.

Nice to see you again...

[VannahBanana]

This is interesting. The word scheme is compelling.