she slips from my grasp
those moments that i held her
could taste the essence of her
are gone without a trace
she slips from my view
but i don’t need to see her
i know her shape and purpose
as if it were my own
she slips from my mind
but when i really need her
can’t find my way without her
i know she’s always there
My Poems 
damommza
/ August 29, 2011I don’t know if you realize how beautiful this poem is. But it is.
sunovawot
/ August 29, 2011I know I like it (not necessarily true of all my poems), thank you.