In Prisms I See Your Face

In Prisms
I see your face
plastered around me
you are here
beside me
in essence. 
And should I fall, 
would I be gathered in
 by your gentle hands?
Or would I crash
fatally
into the cold
barren ground?
I focus in on you
I see past the flesh
and I know
you are there.
I dreamed of you
Once. 
I begged for you-
and you came
Alive
in my world. 

October 1999