Woman of words

Women of Words

She told me that light behind her was nothing but color

All around this dark shape, in the back of my head

Lays a vision outside, a rare sweet sound of freshness

His look fails to end a tragic search for an “I” who primarily escapes

I have always been looking at her questioningly

I have seen you when you saw a mirror, an artificial lake

How come I touch you and hardly know you

Where for am I to be and not seen, touched, splendor

You see me shine and I see me bend in time

He doesn’t know, I wait, he touches me and I sense my tragedy, his lack

Together but up to when and where can I reach up to her sky?

Patience is a one way river spiriting away at every look

Love, complicated crossing of rivers; truth, simply a staircase to her sky

He’s got the blues, I got the word, but we share

Together is in the midst of each mind, our eyes melting

Where have I once found compassion? What can I hear no see?

When I saw her reflection on against that shop window,

I thought I had found her and did not turn around for reality.

Paint her, I sought to and did not.