The Dreamer Poem by Mohammed Khaluq

He stood there with fear
Staring at her passing dreaming
His hand pass through her hair
Not the hands of the air
Went through his plan again and again
To do or not do to gain her
Or fall in his lost hope again and again
Approaches her in his mind
Ask her and greet fail
Creating the perfect image
Wish he himself is a dream
Visit her in her sleep Touch
Her thoughts her eyes
To remove what blocks
Them only him
Away from that moment
Addicted to her her smile
is an old sculpture in his mind
Cannot be removed