She comes to me while I sleep
A living dream of sorts
Behind the veil of waking
Her form moves my being
Graceful and soft
Curved delicately
She is a glorious apparition
I have vision of glory
She is the apex of the mountain
The fantastic treasure at the end of the trail
I am hers
When she visits
But she leaves when my eyes open
And doesn't return until the night
I cry for her to no avail
I long for her to come back
But she is a spirit
But she is a spirit
Behind a veil
My soul's delight
So fleeting
