I know him not

Dear Mentor,   

 

  I know him not, I know

His eyes are open and yet

     I see not his soul

his lips slumber

     words halted, the sounds void

Clear, the story I hear, but

     it does not pervade the air.

I hold his hands

     I felt none, the emotions bland.

These I sense, the totality

     I see him stand, the form -

the looks, the face, the configuration

but why?

     I know him not, stil …