A Pure Soul's Portal To This World Poem by Asher Proschansky

If ever a pure soul found a portal to this world
It would be through your face
Many would say it is beautiful
But I can discern its depths as well
You appear unware of your soulful beauty
And carry on with a common touch
Watering and arranging flowers
And typing manuscripts
from time to time you walk along my side
In the parking lot and along the stairs we climb
I have no need to possess or control you
Trusting you will appear for the just at the right time
And possibly in dreams where I am helping others
Rewarding me with a special glint shining from your eyes