What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?
What are you looking at?
Did you really think, 
you were looking at me?

No, what you are seeing is yourself,
painting before your eyes
the image of your friend.

How does he seem to you?
How do you seem to you?
Sometimes all is ugly,
all is grey,
and like that the word pour
from pen to form
a net.

A you. A me. A meyou. A youme.

What am I looking at?
What I am looking at?
Only myself, where you stand
like pillars of gold in the sun
like autumn birch
self luminescent in minds darkening,
to fall, to autumn, then the red
and gold of christmas.