I gaze upon those with whom I see as those who look like me
But as I stand to face them, and look into their eyes, I see things I do not recognise. Despite the skins they wear.
I peer into them as strange things.
Aliens and vacuous beings
The search begins to look into the eyes of those who carry the light
The light that shines the same as mine
The light I can warm myself with
So that not only do we look right together
But to also see into each other as equals
As those who recognise each other as home, sustenance and pure energy.