Her Eyes Poem by Ron van der Horst

The eyes that occasionally look at me
on my screen, so still, so close.
What thoughts lurk behind them,
what feeling softly whispers their presence?

I keep wondering,
is it a dream, a fleeting moment,
or does this also resonate in reality,
a spark that my heart gently knows?

Every glance feels like a secret,
a story I'm not allowed to read in its entirety.
Yet I linger, feeling longing,
between pixels and light, between hope and fear.