I look out and I see blue.
Not the bright sky blue of day,
but that of the dark sky of night,
blanketed with clouds of soft grey.
They remind me of your eyes.
They are deep, a window within,
yet blank and unreadable.
They are my canvas upon which I paint.
Just as the stars draw pictures upon the night sky.
They depict memories of the past.
Stories long forgotten and untold.
The stars guide weary travelers home,
your eyes guide me to a depth I cannot know.
I stare out into this midnight sky,
I wonder if I shall ever see the stars shine.
You eyes invoke the same questions.
I wonder what is beneath the blue that hides your soul.