The man in the doorway

With those daunting eyes

That spoke to my soul

The ones that found a gap

Lifted my thoughts gone old

The man is the doorway

Could always see under the farce

Detect the pain in smiling eyes

Find story that tried well to hide.

He was a stranger to some

To many an old friend,

Yet you wouldn’t know him well

Even though your thoughts were his.

His story, like him was still unformed

Like those long hours he had strung along

He experienced it all but conceptualised but none

He managed to find beauty in all but one.

Little can one say how a muse is formed

It is as though some people are born

To become overpowering

To seize one up in waves overbearing.

Such is the man in the doorway

With that genuine smile

And many unsaid aspiration

Holding my unadulterated attention.

Some can help you see light

Many will show you the dark

It takes one in a million you’d find

That force you to see the contrasts.

The joy that one can bring,

The inspiration that some can ignite,

It takes a special person indeed

To show you light in the darkest of times.

Inspired by this photo of: Navagat Prakash