Faceless

At night, he came to my dream In a blur
His voice was sonorous and magnetic
Was helpless, the blood rush came in a spur
The feeling of hope it gave, fantastic!
Yet, some of me will not budge, it’s static.
In the place of his face, a hollow stood.
Or my mind played this trick on me for good
Gestures told me not more than I could see
I would get a better view, yes! I should.
Why hide in a dream and sting like a bee?

Vera

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