Forethought meant to be acted upon
Suppressed by my subconscious
Tantalize me with what ifs and why then and what now
And I find myself somehow
Without any answers
But still blind and starry eyed

And as I look into those eyes
To my surprise
You look back
Hastily I withdraw my regard

I admit that this is foolish
Just an artist's repainting
Of ambiguous accounts
Already recorded by others
And none ever successful

I tell myself
That if you'd look back
Just one more time

I'll meet your gaze
But I lie

Those eyes

So contented
So sublime