There is no future in your eyes,
The gaze I scan with fond desire.
I cannot read them or surmise
The ardour of their seeming fire—
What warmth below their surface lies.
No present in your eyes appears,
No look but mine betrays itself.
I fail to pierce beyond your stare
And seize the vague, elusive elf
That lures me with my hopes and cares.
Within your eyes no past is found,
No witness to my memories.
I look away and look around,
And nothing but your eyes I see—
The eyes that blind me and confound.
Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine and works for the local YMCA.