Glimpse

just a glimpse
is all that i'd like
a picture of all the faces,
of all the different people
other people want me to be
wish me to be,
wish that I wasn't...
and isn't it funny?
that I...wish I could be...
all those different people...
as long as As it meant
I didn't have to be me.
just one glimpse
Of the man
who's always on top of things
who's never lonely
who is secure in his place
and universally satisfying
if there is such a thing
who ignores the voices
when they come calling
in a life spent beguilled
full of false starts
and drifting...

Will I look into your eyes
and know your face when I meet you
at the end of time?
In the mirror of reverses
we'll see each other,
that man and I.
All the questions will be answered.
in the palace of the dark swords,
where expectations die off
like wilting leaves in july's hot wind
and my hand in your hand....
Its just a glimpse...
that's all we have.