If I'm not in view
how will you see me?
will it be in a dream?
a moment of enlightenment?
an epiphany?
a silent scream into the night?
a shrill silence?

How will I know you see me?
through the soft beat of my heart?
in the sifting of my memory?
with healing wounds?
over the waves of emotion?
through the tunnel of your imagination?

I cannot conceive or believe
just how this will happen,
to reach out for faith's home,
pray for a smothering of hope,
single your face out in the crowd,
imagine your texture,
how it graces my mind

Crafting a channel
through the clay of time,
inking the paper with love deposits,
blowing a kiss to travel to the
ends of the earth,
awaiting its return, one thousand
years too late