Who are you?
I don’t know you.
We’ve never met.
We’re strangers to each other, yet
I see your face and hear your voice
And when the moon sits right in nighttime sky
Dark clouds drift by with silver shrouds
I hear your scream, your pain, your shriek of rage
A distant far-off cry, an echo in the wilds
And I know you.
I feel you.
I see you.
I hear you.
A part of you in me, a shade of you with me
The parts of me that never dared to be
Or dared to do.
Mine the voice that never sang;
Mine the feet that never ran,
Mine the body that never danced,
And mine the hands that never set to craft.
I never took the chance
To make myself.