Behind Those Eyes

I awoke this morning abruptly. Groggily I reached over my bedside to read exactly what I felt so intent on writing till 3:00 am this morning. I felt around.
Nothing..... Then I felt something poking at my side. My pen. I had fallen alseep with my notebook.... signed Dec. 30th ; 2:42 am.
Wow, what happened?..... And what in God's name did I write?
I read:

"Eyes full of wonder, a clueless mystery.
A puzzle with a picture, that only you can see.
Hidden behind those eyes, that I try to look so deep,
Memories bound in your mind, secrets that you keep.

I don't want to pull, I don't mean to pry..... I just want to see what you see,
behind those eyes."

Thse eyes that I refer to, are absolutely captivating. Yet none of the above even comes a smidge close to it.
It almost seems as though I've looked into them forever.... and forever is impossible to write.



Through the eyes is the window, to the soul.