in your dark windows there lies
a complicated history.
the happiness and the hurt.
experiences, from joyous to sorrowful,
significant to mundane.
curiosity, caring and compassion.
the driven quest for discovery,
sharp wit and perceptive glances.
pain and pleasure, sometimes both at once.
gazing in, do I invade unbidden?
or do you welcome my peering inside?
in seeking to penetrate your history,
by searching these windows to your soul,
a connection is blossoming, churning within me.
If you permit me, I will keep staring in.