Things Unseen
They hold the secrets I have been longing to tell
Brown pools of dreams, fears, and realities
If I asked you a question about them,
Could you give me an answer, and would you know why?
Are they gleaming with desire and new ideas?
Or blurred by puddles of salt,
holding strong lest a tear may drop?
Tell me, tell me!
For once I need to know if you see
Or see past it all…
But I fear they are only shut tight,
simply dreaming of this moment
Fancying the idea that you may just have a clue
Yes, only a dream of mine
Because I know you don’t see any how
It’s the mirror that knows it all
Exposing the truth behind every gaze, every silence
It knows my eyes, all they hide
Painstaking images of memories hidden within
Present fears, future dreams, facing reality
And the reality of it all is….
For ages you’ve been looking at me
But your eyes don’t reveal it all as the glass that mirrors me
Your eyes can’t find, nor feel what this mirror does
For they don’t see deep enough
Thus, cannot touch the unseen between us