She is there..

Somewhere hidden behind veils,
The girl of my dream smiles.
The feverish laughter of known,
Blissfully merging with the unknown.
Maybe the icecream on my face,
Maybe the burnt toast on the toaster.
Maybe the socks worn in haste,
Maybe the crumpled shirt of yore.
Somewhere behind the closet,
The girl of my dream watches me.
Tired and hungry after day's work,
Yet ever so relieved by her presence.
The forgotten car key on the table,
The ecstasy of a football match win.
The swift prayers on the way to work,
The phone which beeps at night.
Somewhere close to me she lives,
A shadow, a reflection and a shade.
Weaving and swirling in my soul,
An enigma,a dream and a consolation.