The Gleam In The Eye

In the gleam of an eye,

You think you espy,

A reflection of sky,

Or perhaps the lamp on the table.

But from time to time

I think you might find,

The sparkle that lies in the depth of the eye,

Is something transcendent;

A thought or a love;

A moment of this;

A thought made of this....

Of course it's so hard to tell;

Because then this is gone,

And all that you're left is the wonder:

What was that light there reflecting?