Dream

I visit you often,
In subtle noises,
In deafening silences,
In the deepest highs,
In my hopeless dreams.

Yes, it is there is see,
Is it you, may be me,
A sheet of glass, a mirror, could be,
Shall I touch, my I feel,
May be not, let it be.

No, I wish, I must,
Know who it is,
Confront, lest I lose,
What could yet be,
The best of you, the best of me.