Handful of mist          

         Open your eyes

       To the real world,

      Just to find

      All that occurred

      Was just a dream,

      A fragrant creation

      Of your own mind,

      Pure imagination,

      A hazy cloud,

      A pleasant sensation,

       A mellow tinkling,

A moment of elation.

And as unexpectedly

As it all came

It disappears all at once

And nothing is the same...

The wonderful fantasy

Smooth and gracious

Vanishes, and in its place

Only memories, precious

And you're left with nothing

Only a clenched fist

A heartful of tears

A handful of mist.