Eyes

Eyes

When you look, I wonder who is seeing
There is a glance of the eye
But it is certainly not the eye
I notice an act of seeing
But it is not what I see
Something deep inside of you
Is seeing something deep that resides in me.
Eyes only become the gateway
For your soul to see my soul
And for my soul to recognize the fleeting glance.
You manage to see whatever resides within the mask
The mask that is often at display
The persona that is here to trick and play
But the eyes … they never lie
They cannot lie… because they are guileless
There is such love… such pain… such honesty
The truth that cannot hide behind a smile or a laugh… or a smirk.
The truth that exists and only exists…
without carrying the burden of society on its shoulders.
The truth that is free of judgement… because it exists in its glory fearlessly.
That truth I want to see… all the time.
Thus, I look into your eyes …
In the hope of finding the truth that will bring me peace.