Your Eyes

I sit across from you,
Studying your wrinkled brow
As you concentrate on your task
Your hands, a blur of motion
Your eyes clear and concentrated,
Even the flash of your ring
As your hands continue their task
Do not sway me from my trance.
You look up from your toil,
Meeting my eyes,
an eerie light shining in yours,
As you hand me destiny.
Will you see through my mask?
This guise I wear for humanities benefit?
Will you see through the illusions that I spin,
To my core, to who I really am?
You hold my eyes with your own,
Though I am not able to look away
I feel drawn in as your hands
Move once more.
Finally, I am able to break the gaze,
Focus elsewhere, anywhere,
On the crystal pendulum
Gently rocking in the still room.
On the loom,
Its cords and heddle strung with the fates
That are our lives.
On the bowl, shiny and bright,
Filled with water waiting
For your gaze.
On the cards within your hands,
Waiting to talk to those
Who would listen.
But finally my gaze
Rests again in your eyes.
It is then that I am calm,
You know me, you see me,
You know me the way no other would,
If they didn’t have your eyes.
I know from your expression
As you place the cards,
That you see through my mask,
Your eyes betraying you
And at the same time
Your eye showing you the truth.
You show me no fear,
As you set your hand upon the cards,
Hierophant, Judgment, Death, Wheel
These are my cards,
Calmly you sit,
Telling me of my past,
As if reminiscing on what was
With an old friend.
Then as you hold my gaze,
The world having long faded away,
You tell me what may be,
And through the masks, and cloaks and shields
I see the truth of it
In your eyes
It is then that I start my journey,
It is then that I draw strength
So that finally my masks
Will dissolve and I will no longer
Hide from the world,
For I will have found my purpose
In an instant, through your eyes…