In your eyes I see stories
That I’ll never read
Of mystics, seers, and mysteries.
A burst of light through a black hole tint,
Brilliant, brilliant, but just a glint.
In your eyes I see stories
That I’ll never read
Of battles of devout heresies,
Yearning for more while doing your best,
Questing for meanings deeper than flesh.
In your eyes I see stories
That I’ll never read
Of heroes, enemies, and long journeys,
Dragons slain and promised lands,
Escaping from my outstretched hands.
In your eyes I see stories
That I’ll never read
Conversations going on, endlessly
Delicious dialogues laced with wit
And tirades and debates and mental fits.
In your eyes I see stories
That I’ll never read
Unpublished but signed with a forgery
A flash of passion trembling through my veins,
A fleeting excitation, a lasting pain.
