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