New friends

Kind eyes are the mirror of the soul.
I don’t know about that:
There’s a lot of fucked up shit in there.

A friend and a brother,
A son
Borne out of  wars – battle scars running
Down his spine, anger simmering –
And unfailing love.

In those eyes
I see a person
Who has decades, lifetimes,
Adventures yet to live.
Dragons to slay
Or befriend and care for.

I see strength and kindness,
In those eyes.

I see them
Mirrored in mine.