PheonixRoss
I don't know you,
But at the same time I do.
In the night you appear,
No face,
No name.
I call you The Stranger,
Because that's what you are:
A stranger who haunts me.
Something is missing –
Your identity.
Please
Reveal yourself
So I can come to know you
As more than
A stranger.
He haunts my dreams and fills my thoughts, all day and all night I think of him, and I wonder: Who is he? He is nameless and faceless, stranger I face every night. These are the poems I've written from my dreams, from what happens, in an effort to understand the meaning of them.