Chimera

As I recall the perfume which is her fragrance, it seems only to exist in memory. It is at once so fleeting, yet so vividly and vibrantly alive, I dare question my senses. Is she indeed real or just a phantasm created of want and desire? A dream can sometimes be so powerful that it is given substance by sheer force of will. There are those things which can be “thought” into existence. She must be a dream.

I see her only in dreams and never upon awakening. The one who carries the image is never as kind to me as is the shade; she must be a dream. At night, she kisses me tenderly yet scarcely notices me at day; she must be a dream. To pose a rhetorical question; is it possible to love two? Can my dream love me one moment and hate me the next? Can a heart so divide itself that there be room enough for two to whom she hath given herself? As I recall the perfume which is her fragrance, I find myself awakening from my dream. She is a fabrication of the mind and unattainable. She is a chimera.