Blindly Looking

What do you see in my eyes? Clouds thunder on by Leaving my mind Thick- congested, muffled In thought. I wait for the sky to lift The heaviness off my mind Yet my endless drifting of thoughts And dreams are not lifting. I have yet to hear when someone looks into my eyes humor, lightheartedness, playfulness Instead it's intensity, mixture of deep thought, determination And sometime concern. I never share truly what's there. For me, when I look into my eyes- I describe it with color- Green, blue, grays and red Maybe someday I'll share.