Behind closed eyes do dreams awaken.
It is there you appear to me,
strong and gentle, quiet and kind,
but you are not here in the real world.
Your face I have not seen,
skin I have not touched,
voice I have not heard.
Though when I must forsake the dream,
the echoes of who you might be
are found in those I speak with.
Would that one of them be you.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017