A dream

Its near, its far, I debated
Should I touch, should I feel

The hand moved, The touch felt
Imagined , splendid in self
Beats surged, memories flapped

The breath felt, mist grew
Air dense, time flew
Flew and flew, thinning

Farthest, in the flight, I sensed
Whatever it was, it was for me
For it was, it is, it would
As it did, be near me