Ann Lipkins - THE FACELESS MAN

There’s a man in my dreams, whose face I cannot see,
The way he haunts my sleep, really puzzles me
I cry out to him, "who are you?" let me see your
face, with a firm and yet gentle voice, I knew my
heart he would embrace.
He asked me to trust him, as he extended out his hand,
It was something truly special, about that faceless man
Why does he call for me? In my dreams while I'm at
rest. Is it my emotions that he really wants to test
His call to me is calming like a warm and sunny
day.
A melody that I've longed to hear that chases
my fears away.

Ann Lipkins

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