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My Stranger Part 1

"My Stranger"

There's a man that walks in the ends of my dreams;
He never comes into full view.

Keep this a secret, my dearest friend, 
For I will tell no one but you.

He's dark, yet calm, 
and always searching.
For what? I do not know.
Whatever it is, it must be important.
This, his efforts show.

From my eye's corner, I see him hide
For he knows I'm about to turn.
As I do, he escapes my view.
This obssession with him burns.

At times I feel a fear from him,
Though mostly it's respect.
He's my villain, my nightmare, the Stranger,
And yet it's him I want to protect.

He haunts my head at night,
And fills my thoughts by day.
The contours of his person are not strange.
They are much like my own, you could say.

The librarian that runs the library of me, 
Despite my orders, gives him the key.

He runs through my soul, 
Like a child on the loose.
With this, his juvenile side,
No one can call a truce.

My heart in starting position,
Waits for the shot of a gun.
His eyes fall upon me,
And with an urgency, my entirety wants to run.

Never prepared am I for his eyes. 
Yet, his gaze I fervently want to hold.
At one time I tried to catch it, 
But as I did, found I had been too bold.
I lost hold.

He holds me in the palm of his hand,
But, he doesn't know his power.
With a flare of emotion, I'd be crushed,
And over me he'd tower.

With one move, I could break,
But, I don't even feel the bend.
Yet, in women this falling apart,
Is just a becoming trend.

So, I won't follow through.
I can make it on my own.
No matter if my Stranger deserts me,
Or gives me a home.

Once I was desperate for the knowledge,
Of why he constantly sought,
The reasons for my every whimsy,
My every careless thought.

I was trying to fortell when my path,
His would cross. 
Or if it ever would.
I know I sound rather lost.

Strange as he seems,
My stranger dearest,
Twisted is he, 
But his heart is the purest.

Dark is he, but calm overrides,
Like calm before a storm.
Only I see energy,
In the face they call forlorn.

From my eyes, he no longer hides,
As it's me he seeks to find.
Yes, it's true, he's in clear view.
And, smiling, (surprising?)ever so kind.

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