Windows to the Soul

She said my eyes were very blue,
But my eyes hid secrets no others yet knew.
In her gaze, I found galaxies bright,
Shimmering with hope in the quiet of night.

As with many, there was darkness behind her stare,
Yet a gentle glow lit each memory she’d share.
Like a lantern that flickers in caverns so deep,
The soft steady light lulled the shadows to sleep.

Though sorrow still clung to her long-ago cry,
A radiant courage soon lifted her high.
I saw in her eyes a reminder so clear,
Our eyes are mirrors of all we hold dear.

Sam glimpsed my depths of oceanic hue,
In her I saw the cosmos awaken anew.
In that shared reflection of night and day,
We found true beauty enduring our way.

Backstory

12/26/2024 A while back I was talking with my friend Sam, when she made the comment about my eyes being so blue. When I look deeply in someone’s eyes, I usually see more than color. The eyes are truly a window into the soul, even if only revealing a small portion. I believed I saw darkness, but a darkness that had been supplanted by the light. I haven’t really thought much about it, but last night I had a dream. I end up moving toward her eyes as I peer deeper into them. Then, I am lost amongst darkness that has hopelessness as a container. Yet far away there is a point of light, which comes closer and finally destroys the darkness with a bright light that brings comfort and freedom from the darkness. Of course, I don’t remember all of the details, but I wrote this very complete description in my dream journal. I awoke feeling compelled to write this poem. I believe this is the first backstory that’s longer than the poem. LOL.