The Phantom Goddess Poem by Yiling Ding

Like glass, like silk.
An image in the mirror
I dreamt of last night
continues to haunt me.

A phantom glory.
All shining hair and lips
Golden, burnished skin
and amethyst eyes.
The voice sings to me
and I can feel
Heaven's sound.
I can imagine your
great gazelle grace,
and hypnotic wings
of colors beyond
my human senses,
all too beautiful for me
to comprehend.

The apparition is
overwhelming my mind,
and swelling, bursting
my soul with all too much
ethereal passion
for my humanity to bear.
I can feel the dream
in my limited reality,
and it almost seems to
be shattering my world
with its over-perfection.
The glass mirror almost
seems to break
under your beauty,
unable to restrain you
and lock you up in
cold, cold fantasy.

O, what I feel is beyond love.
I am almost ready now to
throw away my sanity and
live forever in your
ethereal embrace.
Until sleep wears away and
the harsh, but real, inperfection
locks me back into
this limited, but safe, mortality.

Together with your haunting image,
the emotions are forced back into
the world behind the mirror.
Always... at the corner of my mind.