Her eyes glisten with the tiny diamond drops of the sky’s downpour. I can see a rainbow somewhere through those little balls that bear her sight. I wonder what she sees in me. In her, I see the moon, the stars, the hazy clouds, the perfect evening portrait. In her, I see the flock of birds rotating in mid-air, the reflection of the sun’s undying light, the inimitable grayness of the overhead dawn. In her, I see everything beautiful. In her, in those eyes, I wonder what she could see through me.

I wonder. If. She even sees me.