519 Vision [03 November 2002]

In the reality that plagues me,
here do I stand.
Lonely and repressed,
unknown and uncared for.
Yet if I close my eyes,
I see him there,
standing next to me.
A man of strength,
of hopes and dreams.
His smile a balm
to my chaotic soul.
His eyes a piercing darkness
that seems to delve into every layer of me.
His laughter a joy that makes me cry,
with the unbridled passion
that swims with his gaze.
Would that I could bring him here,
into the real world where I exist.
For a peace I have never known
might descend upon my troubled soul
Leaving me cleansed, refreshed.
Oh, that he could be real.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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