Arial-ArialI tired finally of the pages of my book.Dreamless sleep takes my glasses from my face.I slumber through the morning to midday.Finally your faceless figure wakes me as a dream.There is no pretence to your image,No story or background unfolds your life.Born out of water, the only medium shown.Unclothed and faceless yet not ashamed. Slowly I wake to business yet prescribed,And the image that brought me into this day fades a little.Unable to portray you with image,Only words describe you,And settle your memory.