They say that eyes are the windows of the soul.
But often, when I look into your eyes,
I see only a reflection of myself.
And yet, I cannot be certain that it is really
Me that you see.
I wonder: is this image you hold close;
this wondrous, cherished icon
Only a product of your infatuation?
I cannot seem to recognize this person
that is reflected in your stunning eyes.
I understand you would not lie to me;
At least, not by design.
And yet, I have to caution myself
That when I see myself reflected in your eyes
I am looking at an image enhanced by love
And not the base reality.
And yet again, I wonder:
Dare I to claim, at least in part
the wonder that you see when you look at me?
I know you for what you are.
I see without imagining.
I hear without amplifying.
I feel without embellishing.
And knowing this, I also know
That you are not a fool.
So; it comes to the harder questions.
Am I then, to accept
That in fact I am what you seem to see?
And if so, then how
To reconcile the truths that I know
With the image of beauty I vicariously share?
I have never been as brave as you.
Then again, it is not so hard, I think, to be brave
When the whole of that bravery is based
On simply being who you are
Not hard, when the reality
Is such magnificence.
You blaze like the Sun on the first morning of the world.
I turn like a sunflower to track you.
Turning towards the light that spills from you
Defining you sharply
Announcing to the world
That here you are.
And I, who have always stood in the shadows,
I see what you are, and I wonder
That you would even notice me.
I, who for so long have stood
Outside looking in.
I realize that I too am a Firechild;
A Lioness; element of flame.
But I know that my fire has been banked;
the hearth cold
the embers barely glowing.
Your fire calls to mine
And whispers promises of conflagration;
A shared immolation, awakening hidden desire
That I had long since foregone.
And I feel the rekindling of those embers,
Stirred by your passion,
Flame calling to flame,
Each challenging the other to flare even brighter
Setting the night ablaze with our joining.
I cannot ignore the force of your heat.
I cannot refuse to dance in that fire.
I cannot deny that the flame I believed
To be under control
Touched off a firestorm when exposed
To the veriest guarded flicker
In your regard.
And here you are,
Basking in my shy smile of delight
And I have to ask myself:
Can I really be
What I see reflected in your eyes?