The Stranger

Who is finding who?
A stranger walks in the mirror and the seer can't sleep.
The image seems a good man and I a nobody.
I keep looking hoping I will know him more.
Can I talk he asks;
What can I do to sleep and or feel my body?
Touch me and make me real.
The streets remained dark and nights long, very long.
I was immortal for him and he a stranger for me.