Stranger

I do not see what you do

my eyes seek another reality

I do not hear when you speak

but listen to the words you say

you ask, who are you?

yet I feel your love and pain

it is similar but not the same

beauty in the ugly and minutiae

the harsh knows me well

the soft gives me strength

the stars and moon dwell

calling to me, too soon

the sun repels my love

a story is told, dark and of old

in the depths of my soul

to live one must be bold

in languages familiar

search for meaning wanes

as I look through

my ever virescent panes