A Stranger : Part I

Woken up by what I can not say
fingers of rain tap softly at my window pane
it's still dark outside
it's not yet shown, the light of day

With what light I can see
a stranger in the woods, looking
the rain beats down on his shoulders
but he can't seem to tell, he's looking back at me

His long silver hair lay dripping across his face
he wears tall boots and a long black cloak
he watches over this house and then looks back at me
now he comes forth, walking a slow pace

He throws back his head and laughs up at the sky
he has stopped short just in front of my window
he whispers something soft I can't hear
the rain turns silver, as he kneels to cry

I come out to help him to his feet
put his arm around my shoulder
and I look to the sky
as the silver rain falls, we both start to weep

I lead him inside and help him into a chair
he sits by the fire
gazing thoughtfully, tears still flowing down
he thinks of a different world, and the lands he knows there

Slowly I turn and ask him, "Why do you cry?"
he closes his eyes as his silent tears turn silver
then he turns to look at me with sorrow eyes
"Just like you, I cry along with the sky"

As I began to search through my mind
my thoughts stop short when I look down
to see my own silver tears at my feet
my mind spins away, leaving me behind

"And now you know,"
he says smiling, "You're just like me,
we are lost in dream of our own
Here and only here, your mind can grow"

"Now what? I'm leaving, will you come along?
I can show you a whole new world
one where only we can understand so much more
one where you feel at home, some place you belong"