The Stare The stare was like the snow Glazed over White and cold Stared straight through me As if I were glass With those cold eyes Making me turn to stone I couldn’t move Thinking of nothing but that stare What were the thoughts Behind those cold eyes So intimidating Yet inviting as well Just like a snowflake Or a fingerprint So unique Yet so familiar What was it about that stare Calling me forth to listen But what was it that I was hearing It’s a scolding voice Yet strikes no fear Comforting become those cold eyes The stare now consumes me Making me feel small Yet important The eyes that were so cold Now make me feel so warm The fear that once struck me Has turned to admiration The ice that I once felt Has turned now to warmth The thoughts that surrounded me Have now vanished Cold All I can think of now is not that stare But the thoughts behind it What has brought me to this place No thoughts but of the thoughts behind this stare The eyes still Not moving Never changing Fixed upon what they stare But why am I the stare’s prey What role do I play In the thoughts that it surrounds In this cold dark place Where I am now I try not to think About the thoughts behind that stare I try not to wonder Why I am its prey I just try not to think Of what thoughts are there Or why Just sit And stare back through that stare Warm and gentle are the words Not matching at all its glare I listen and hear the words so sweet Wondering why I was scared The fear in me Pointless The thoughts Absurd For the cold of the eyes Did not match at all The voice of its words |