Like a Dream

I saw you once.

Your hair wafted
To the sky,
Like tendrils of smoke
blending with clouds.

With eyes that glazed
Like windows,
I read your soul,
Momentarily,
And watched memories spill
Like milk.

You wore white silk—
A white that was like death, like life—
And the silky lace danced at your heels
Like water
That seeps between crevices
And cools the skin with its touch.

I felt the touch,
But water is deceitful.
It touches you,
But when you try to touch back
It pours through your fingers
Like a dream.