waking to another dream fading in the mist

Waking to another dream fading in the mist.

Blinking, it still feels like I'm sinking.
Drifting in and out of slumber,
Visions! Intuitively form once was.
An idea of you, of tomorrow,
Of the yesterday, when I knew.

Your face, your eyes, the characteristic.
All that is true, all that is you.
Forever changing, blonde, brunette.
Blue, green, hazel and brown.
The echoes of the variant voice all but drown.
Do I really recognize you?

The kiss of a hundred lips, forgotten.
Tastes of sweet nectar and berry wine.
Touches imprinting, then like the mist dissolving.
I see you, on a thousand souls
A thousand more, as they wander through.

Yearning for the fading memory,
The thought, the hope, the never-ending now!
Your torments on an aging soul.
Your everywhere! And nowhere!
Would I know, if you were front and center?

Drifting, into the ecstasy
The drunken stupor, mindless euphoria.
You wait there, in your many forms.
Am I waking? Or a dream fading?
I will take the ignorance, if you please!

Blinking, once more before the next.
Praying for one more blissful second
A final touch, one last embrace.
Waking once again to find,
I dreamt such a lovely face...