Another Person
By Brian Stevens
You looked into my hollow eyes
While I stare into yours,
And you say:
"You are nothing but
A piece of wood."
You look at the lines on my face
And you see them in the mirror,
And you say:
"You are not me,
And I am not you."
You do not know this
But my eyes see your life.
Your first thought when you were
Carving me out was
That I would be the best thing
that happened to you
In art.
You don't know it but
Before you started to shape my
Face with the chisel, I was
Watching you.
In your design, you picked
Your grandmother's face,
A wrinkled face,
A warm face,
You hope that your grandmother
Will be happy with the mask,
But you don't know
That she is already seeing it.
In the end,
Your heart:
A flame, which pulses with, care and love for me.
Your soul:
A never tiring, running spirit with infinite powers,
to Create, destroy, love, hate, think, and to walk
Aimlessly.
Your mind:
A little person who will never let you down, who will
Keep you company by telling you stories about many
Things in life.
Well good-bye now,
But I will see you at grandma's house.