With no name
and no face
fictional,
he comes to me
from somewhere.
Wasting no time,
for lastingness
draws near.
We meet
in dreams,
we who
know in reality
not of each other.
Known only in slumber
who we are.
I  read his mind
and he reads me too
we make endless plans
and perfect love.
But ne’er a thought
in the wakeful
hours of a new dawning.
Again strangers become.