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