2003, OCT.

A man with a Thousand Faces

A man with a Thousand Faces

Oh, Young man

A handsome one

with a contemplative posture of Persian air

A tender look you extend

stirs in me

a confusion of emotions

Awaking a sense of felinity

a feeling of brotherhood

a maternal instinct

When you came by one morning

just to say hello, you said

Your face was beaming

like a young boy who found his mother after a day long absence of her presence

like a lover who was confession

I missed you

after a gulf of eternity of a day

Oh, Young man

Am I erring

     in reading the shades of emotions

     in your melancholic eyes?

Or are you erring

     raising these emotions in me?

Or is it the autumn colours

     which send us to dig into our deeper souls?

The meeting of souls

Knowing no boundaries of ages

The mystery of life.

Cloud-River

Montreal