Wandering through a daze
looking for a boy
I knew, once,
without a face.
He and other creatures of the ethereal,
I relied on them,
I relied on.
I knew him in a series
of surreal and vivid dreams -
my body was little
and my heart felt small, then,
but I learned to recognize
his comfort
and soon I recognized
his name.
Dreams seldom come to pass
in the mortal world for me,
I know,
but midnights that last for centuries
and autumn twilights of perfection
cannot be shared
all alone.
I spend them wandering in a daze
looking for a boy
I knew, once,
without a face.
The dream of him has seldom come
for so long.
But I knew him, once,
and learned to know his
comfort and his
name,
and
midnights and twilights
cannot be shared alone -
one of these longely times
I will stumble upon
his face.