I dreamt of you again,
You who are faceless
And who visits me
In those hours
Of deepest slumber,
Who slips in and out
Of my dream world
Without a heard word
But whose voice
I know
As well as my own.
You are so real,
So vital,
It's hard to remember
That you are
But a phantom
Created
By my aching heart
To soothe the aloneness
Of my everyday existence--
Or so I tell myself.
A part of me
Dares to hope
That you do exist
Somewhere
In the world,
Awaiting the right time
To enter my physical life
And fulfill the promises
You make
Each time
You come to me
In the dark
Of the night.