If I Feel...

If I feel then it’s real.
 If I can’t feel then it’s an idea.
But can’t I feel an idea?
Isn’t love an idea
whose manifestation lies in feeling?
What I see isn’t real until I feel it.
Love isn’t real until I feel and am felt.
Until then it’s just an ache,
a nagging sense of the incomplete,
a desperate longing for something
beyond something that’s just out there
in a place, beyond which there are dragons.
A dangerous journey, my arrival only assured if I feel.
I see, I hear but these senses can deceive,
feeling is the last refuge of reality.
Without it we are adrift in a sea of ideas.