Stranger

You hide in a perennial veil;
a veil I try so hard to lift,
for me to touch and discover
the beauty underneath.

Yet all that I see
is the light of your darkness.
Darkness.
Or is it, your true likeness?

I long to unravel the mystery
behind your innocence…
thoughts…
feelings…
dreams…
you…

But you create a distance
that leaves my heart
in doubt.

All that I have
is the sound of your presence,
the warmth that you send
from afar
reaching me cold.

Tell me
just when,
just when can we touch?

~September 1992~