I speak of a nameless one
who walks in my dreams,
I think of an unknown stranger
who light up my thoughts,
A dark dream in a place so far,
A sight through frosted glass,
You are but the One who
belongs to this timeless world.
You are the one who looked
at me without a face,
Yet did I feel the compassion,
the love that was there?
O nameless, faceless one,
was it you who made me human?
A dark image at one corner of limitless space,
was it you who gave me comfort?
I reached you in my imagination,
Through the bylanes and minutes of my dreams.
I talked to you through my heart
for my eyes saw but a darkness,
the comfort of shadow,
a feeling of joy and emotion
that was unknown before,
All in a time unknown and a place forgotten.
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