This is the beauty of my rapture,
a figure cloaked in dreams,
whose voice I have sought
since time was eternal.
I have chased the glory
of this enchantment
through my subconscious.
Through golden colored hills
have I called his name,
never knowing the sounds
that produced such.
I wandered through a land
where I was blind and deaf,
until in the midnight hues,
his figured walked into the moonshine
and my mystery was solved.
Into my reality, his figure resolved itself,
appearing in one dream
only to be seen in another,
until one day he spoke,
and I knew that voice
as I had always know it.
Yet being blind and deaf,
I knew not where the visions
and the sounds pointed to.
Until one day a hand showed the way,
and what I had always seen
appeared before my starving eyes,
and what I had always heard,
spoke again to these hungry ears.
I was able to see and hear,
where before the beauty of my rapture
I had been unable to know.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017