Is She A Dream? Poem by guillermo veloso

I seek her in the countless
Grains of sand that
Sift through my gypsy fingers in this
Hour glass life
I seek her in the perfumed
Intoxicating stain of dreams
Moistening my pillow every night
Leaving their driven scent on the furtive
Shadows that darken my memory
Each one seeking, each one asking, each one vanishing in vain,
In the fading gold
Of dusk's sobering call
Until at last and without reason
She appears.