UNREALITY
Reading edition
From out the window pane I see your face, Its outline a little vague In the dimness of the shadow. But the whiteness of your skin Is like a clean ship’s sail, Standing out in the darkness of a night. And your eyes,—I see them like two golden bowls, With the rays of a thousand moonbeams sweeping over them. As I pass out into the blackness, I wonder if I have ever really known you— Or, if you exist at all— And are not but a twisted, fevered, silver creation of my brain, And the unreality of you comes over me, Like a mist upon a lonely sea.