I knew a boy
once in a dream,
shy and lanky
was all that he seemed.

But what from afar
was known as appeared,
When he approached
All lines disappeared.

For eyes were not the needed tool
as the lines blurred to the words he said.
To know this boy was to listen and feel -
his heart was the chisel to the thoughts in his head!

And the secret that
once in a dream
was learned,
I kept hidden til needed
when then
'twas confirmed.

JLC