Eyes of His Master

By Elizabeth Abernethy

Here is my next poem. It is basically about a Padawan's musings about what his Master is really thinking. This is rated G. Not beta'd. You may archive it in M/A and both mirror sites.
       Eyes of His Master

My Master, I wonder what is that
look in your eyes.
Is it fear?
No, that you would not allow near.
I wonder if it is I
or you that you think of.
I know that like a son it is I you love.

What is hiding behind
those blue eyes so divine
and soulful?
What do you see
when you are looking at me?
Do you see an impetuous youth
or a man in truth?

I contemplate those eyes of bright blue.
What am I to you?
I am your Padawan
and someone
who looks up to you so.
It can not be rage, anger. No.
Those once sensed, you let go.
What your thoughts are,
I do not know
because of them very little do you ever show.

Your eyes
seem to mesmerize
me like no other.
You have been my father, my brother,
my teacher and more.
I hope you I do not bore.

Once more at me you stare.
Yes, I know you care,
my Master
and that's a fact.
In practice you cut me no slack
for life will be just as cruel.
I am, I believe, ready for a duel
should I be challenged thus.

You say I am not ready
to be a full Jedi.
Perhaps, you are right
once more this night.
And I,
my Master, have much to learn.
It is your love I wish to earn.

Constantly, you worry
about young me.
I wonder if ever you were carefree,
I doubt it
but we shall see.

A man could get lost
in those wonderful eyes of yours.
Many have paid the cost
of underestimating you.
But, oh, not me.
I have learned better than that,
and that's a fact.

When you look at a person,
what is it you see?
Do you see the heart, the soul?
Young? Old?

Many a night I have lay awake
wondering for whose sake
you guard well
what you feel.
No, my Master, I won't tell.
Is it for mine or another.
We depend much on each other.
There is in truth no other
I'd rather have at my side
or my back in a fight.
You know that I am right.

Those eyes can be so warm
one moment, the next so cold
and unyielding,
so unfeeling
that only the most bold
would challenge you.

In an instant they can be laughing,
then so serious again.
Why is that?
One second warm caring,
the next no one daring
to even think of challenging you.
Why is that so?
I want very much to know,
Master mine.
I will bide my time.

I will wait and see.
Patience be
as Master has often reminded me.
Sigh, in time I will learn
what inside my Master's head turns.

One day I will find out what you hide,
my Master behind those bright eyes.
My quest then will end,
yet more learning I have till then.