The Man Poem by Krystal ...

As the hue reflects off your face
I het a sense of light
Guiding me near to you
Bringing me forward
I can feel myself getting tense
Not knowing what to expect
Reaching my destination
A drak figure rises out of the shadows
A dark face, tall, and weary man
Walking towards me
Slowly he walks into the light
Showing his face
It's a face of an artist
So vibrant, he glows
His hand reaches for mine
Weary i touch his face
We hug, sharing the bonds that draw us near