I look intently at your eyes,
and take no notice of the color
For they are filled with a world
of fear, of uncertainty,
I want to cure it
I want to grab you by the hand and pull you up
out of that darkness
and make you appreciate beauty
and make you see
Yet just when I feel I have maybe gotten you out -
those eyes close off again,
and the once clear pool is now
still, reflective, murky.
How do I break the surface tension
without disturbing the pond underneath?