Happy Birthday

I look in the mirror
and I don't know who is standind in the reflection.
He stands there and I watch as he grins and blushes.
He puts his hand forth to touch mine.
He begins to touch the budding, soft hair upon new areas.
His lips, his chin and upon his chest.
We say helloand it is not a young voice like those kids I hear outside.
It is the voice that does not seek guidance or direction.
It commands respect, dignity, pride (although it may be a sin).
It speaks with words with words with complex meanings, metaphoric analogies and a compassionate tone.
I have waited 21 years to meet a man like this.
I have only seen his silhoutte, his shadow that would dissapear upon fear's night.
He stands now before me unashamed of the world's criticisms of his beliefs and his attitude.
He stands before me not regretting the bad events of his life.
He merely smiles because they have kept him humble and understanding.
He stands now for he is me.
I look at this man and I love him
I wish he would take a rest now and then to see what he has done.
The arthe ha created, he peace he has spread, and the knowledge he has passed on. I look at this man in the mirror and say I love you.
He walks away crying tears of joy.