I meet your eyes

That I can’t see

And somehow I wonder

What those unseen eyes

Are seeing right now.

Is it the sky, shining clouds

Or the ground, vacant holes?

Is it heaven, cherubs gushing with gold

Or the dirt above the arid, barren soil?

Is it the reflection of myself, standing upon your gaze

Or the rich gifts of manmade prosperity, burning with craze?

Is it the distant past, the glory and honor of history?

Is it the faraway future, the dreams and aspirations of reality?

We may never know.

But what I do know

Is that someday

You will be awake

And I will be next to you.

Why do I know?

Because your eyes,

Yes, your non-existent eyes

Are gazing upon me

Through your soul.