A Poet's Haven

I once read that we never clearly see faces in our dreams…
Once or twice I have seen faces in my dreams…
On occasion I have heard voices in my dreams…
Every now and again I will hear a woman’s voice…
Always the same voice telling me to wake up…
And no it is not my Mothers voice…
In all honesty, I have no recall hearing a mans voice in dreams…
A recent dream has troubled me…
There was a conversation throughout the dream…
What appeared to be empty canvases everywhere…
Some of them were not framed…
Ties along the edge where they tied in rings…
Very few were sheer and over open areas…
We spoke to one another, although I did not see anyone…
I had all but let go of this dream…
Trying to recall more from it…
Nonetheless I found this image…
As it came flooding back…
I can not say it was this face…
As yet I still believe in frequencies…
Where in two people their thought patterns are so close…
That they cross…
Perchance we simply have yet to meet…