I look intently at your eyes,

and take no notice of the color

For they are filled with a world

of fear, of uncertainty,

of hurt.

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?