In the safe realm of my other world
you crept through, once again.
A moments recognition as I
traveled through the unseen.
You always see me there,
and I always see you there.
The presence is acknowledged without
words. Our words are rarely shared.
Our non verbal communications
are clearer than any letters we can
string together. I always wake, reality
dragging me back as my fingers reach out
to touch as my subconscious makes a last
ditch attempt to whisper to me at a time
when my mind is calm enough to hear.
Karen Hayward ©2016