I met a man, he speaks my language, he speaks simply and honestly. He speaks so I understand. I follow him, listen to him with my heart, my mind has no space here. He comes to me in the day, when I'm awake and conscious. And when its night he leaves and gives my mind space so it can continue to manipulate, contemplate and plan. My mind does not understand him, my mind resents the fascination and love I have for him. My mind makes excuses so I find him repulsive. My mind chatters all the time so I have not thoughts of him. My mind fails, because in the matters of the heart, the mind always fails.
I know not what he looks like. I do know he makes my heart sing, my soul dance, my eyes tear, my body ache. He leaves me empty and fulfilled in the same moment. And in that moment I am him and he is me. In that moment I know him and he knows me. In that moment I feel him and he feels me.
He teaches me not to follow, to not close my eyes. He has brought me out of my slumber. He encourages my fear, my joy, my anger, my ecstasy. He encourages me for all I am. He first introduced me to laughter, then to love, then he showed me the mirror. He allowed me to cringe at first, then asked me to look again, and again. Till I saw me. All of me. Now after years of wandering aimlessly I finally met myself.
I met a man. They say he performs miracles. They don't see the miracles they are in themselves. All he did was hold up a mirror.
I met a man. He talks to me about life about love and about happiness. And when the moon rises he leaves.
I smile, I wait for the sun.
