Who was he?

the passenger, who was
coming from nowhere
going no place
in particular...

his eyes were deep and green
like the fierce oceans
and the tidal waves
flooding you

his voice was deep and sweet
like the humming
and the dark whisperings
of your own soul

his mind seemed clear
like the overwhelming truth
and the white lies
that surrounded you

his lips were soft
like your own skin
and that special place
in your heart

his body was strong
like an ancient tree
and that heavy rock
comfort and burdon

was he real?
did you really feel him?
see him, or even touch him?
or was he just a dream?

it is of no matter
you made him up
just as he
made himself