Eyes

They say eyes are the window to the soul.

While I don't necessarily disagree, I find this discernment somewhat underwhelming.

I have not always thought this, however. For a considerable time, I understood eyes through their functionalism - they are the very organ used by one to visualize, and thus interpret, their world. Rather than a window to the soul for me, they were a window to the world for you.

As time went on, things changed.

I looked into the eyes of those close to me.
Deeper
           Deeper
                      Deeper

I fell in love,

I continued looking.
Deeper
           Deeper
                      Deeper

Then,

You.


One day I looked into a set of eyes and was met with something I could never have imagined.
It wasn't anything I could see. It wasn't the hues of greenish brown slowly dissipating into obsidian pupils. It wasn't the depth and clarity to which pigmentation was brought forth. Nor, was it the reflection of every emotion I have ever felt toward you reflected back unto me.

 No,
                                               no, no, no,
                                                                                                            this was more,

It was an aberration,
It wasn't a window to the soul, it was the soul.

             When I look into your eyes, I am met with everything,
             The singularity reveals a multiplicity.
                         
                           It is not a moment in which two souls look at each other through opposing windows,
                           No, it is the actualization of two souls into one.

                                         In an instance, I am not met with a feeling, nor visual - rather an experience, a being,
                                         This though is not mine, nor even yours - but ours.








Let's cherish it.