Wonderous Boy

Once every dusk, you will appear.

And I begin to wonder how you've 

come here.

In a place where only I dream. A

place where you have not had a

mean.

Your face is unfamiliar. But

as I dream on I feel as if somehow

I've known you for ages. I ponder on if

someone has kept you in cages. From

entering the gates that  lead to my mind. Though,

it seems as if it was me you came to find.

I don't know where you have came from,

wonderous boy. What I do know is that you

have brought me some comfort and joy.

When I wake up I think of you, because 

everything we did seemed so real. Wonderous

boy, there are nights you have came. Yet, I 

still do not know your name. Then there are nights 

in my dreams where you do not show. And then I fear 

that it is me you no longer wish to know.

Now I know though, it's all in my head. In there

you still exist, and I'm relieved that you are not

dead.

Wonderous boy, I do not know when you will come

again. But I do hope there will be no end.