On Meeting

Well    it's true
I know you
your insides
speak to me
through words
       uncareful
and trusting
yet   it is only through
these words
exulting hallelujah!
I've found you
that I see you.

          Is
that really you
is that who you are
sitting there
calmly dissecting ideas
becoming engorged on fact
face   a stranger's?

Is that familiar mind
hiding behind that
sphinx-like head
those pale grey eyes
       careful now
unlike the exuberance
of your written word?

          TELL me
what does that strange
smile mean? and what
does the calmness of those eyes envisage?
Can you see me
here behind this face?
Do my eyes refuse
to reflect
familiar words?