No Face

In those quit times before waking
Out of a lonely dream you appear.
Arms out reached.
Straining to touch
And I feel your caress.
All my fears melt away.
Your are here.
But from deep within arise uncertainty.
You turn and in the mirror
Your image reflects back.
You have no face.
Yet I knew that I need not fear.
I knew everything would be all right.

What was your being?
I'll never know.
But though I'll never know who you were
There is no longer fear in the night
And although in the night you no longer come
Your memory will be mine.

I thank you for the gift.

Ken Toy