Comatose or Was He Dreaming

At times,
there were vague shadows and then
very thin light seeping
through a kaleidoscope in slowly
shifting patterns.

But he heard no sound,
felt no warmth,
no cold,
had,
it seemed, no concept of such things.

Yet there were rushing silent moments
when some unremembered portion gently
pushed against the darkened door
where perception flickered,

and he sensed a sound,
a kind of rustling or
whispering from
very far away.