His eyes are the color
of stories unspoken,
he sees right through me
as if he has the secret of the world

held within.

I want to allow him to take a peek,
penetrate the dark corners,

archived memories
I haven't unlocked in ages.

(Would he understand?)

He is the sage,
the seer,
an ancient soul
who seeks his kind.

He searches for the one
who will allow him to
feel as if his journey has not been too long,

in this cold world
that has forgotten to appreciate beauty

forgotten to feel...

It is there,
in his eyes...

I hope he sees,
he is not alone.

BAN


He will never know what I see when I look into his eyes.  We've never met, and probably never will, isn't that the way it always is?