The man behind the mirror

There is a man on the otherside.
From behind the mirror he talks;
No lies, love or hate,
No fear of betrayal,
Just a one sided, one toned speech
While I listen...

He talks of what he sees
Without any doubts in his mind.
He tells me the truth,
Except when I hide.

His speech amazes me.
Thoughts purer than crystal clear water,
Advices deeper than my abyss,
He knows.

I often wonder why it took
So long to find him,
Wonder what I was looking at...

But somethings he just never answers.
I ask who he is,
Where he's from and where he is going
But from behind the cold cruel mirror,
As calm as ever he remains silent.

As I wash my face
And sit down to reflect
Upon what he said,
He disappears...
All that's left in the mirror is me.
Alone.

I leave and go on with my life
But I always wonder where he went
And if I'll ever see him again,

The man behind the mirror.