Thursday, June 3, 2010

House of Mirrors

The world is a house of strangers--
Doors open, I enter in
To begin a new era of my life.

I think, upon meeting a stranger--
I am an unknown, as is he.
He mirrors me; his smile bids me welcome.

I prefer the company of strangers--
Secrets hidden, unprobed for; anonymity.
No price paid for the trying on of many selves.

I look into his eyes, a stranger, knowing
That if I look too deeply I will fall into them,
And so be lost then.

The world greets me as a stranger--
I am welcome in his house
As long as I remain one.......


PM De Angelis
from Parables and Voices

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