Who are you?

I keep having this dream where I meet my perfect match, but I never see his face. I hear his voice, but not the pitch or tone. The only thing I remember is that he was there.

 

I feel your form in my mind’s eye,

Your presence daunts me still,

Shadows circle your very being,

But I still can’t see you.

Your voice rings throughout my head,

Comforting and loving,

Though there is no pitch, no sound,

No real memory; yet I hear it clearly.

Your face is blurred,

Like a foggy morning,

Looking through the rain streaked glass,

Facial features distorted by my confusion.

I don’t know who you are my dear,

Or where you are in this world,

I don’t know the color of your hair,

Or how bright your eyes are,

Or even if you exist,

But this I know, my dream prince,

We will find each other.