What do you see in my eyes?

Clouds thunder on by
Leaving my mind
Thick- congested, muffled
         In thought.

I wait for the sky to lift
The heaviness off my mind
Yet my endless drifting of thoughts
And dreams are not lifting.

I have yet to hear
when someone looks into my eyes
humor, lightheartedness, playfulness
Instead it's intensity, mixture of deep thought, determination
And sometime concern.

I never share truly what's there.

For me, when I look into my eyes-
I describe it with color-
Green, blue, grays and red
Maybe someday I'll share.