the eyes of mystery

Moments come and moments go
fleeting glances in a crowded mall
attractions that leave a tingle
down the spine
May it be a glympse of the future
may it be a glympse of the past
held in the eye of the beholder
kindled memories rising fast
taking hold of buried feelings
briefly,then letting them go
as you are engulfed in a strange sense of deja vu
recognition is there
yet we never met before, I'm sure
the sense of loss and a small grief
as they move on
will we meet again
or is time too fast
today I passed the eyes of my dead lover
in a strangers face
and there was an old spark
those eyes seemed to remember me,
from yesterday,then they were gone
it can be sad
looking into the eyes of mystery