She envies me the way I play not wanting to give anything away
Her soul knows no bounds and I rest in that fact as I study her every day
Big green eyes with specks of hazel high cheek bones etched as stone
She kneels by the water peering in I wonder what she’s thinking- lost and crazed.
Some former lover have her attention? A personal tragedy making her dazed?
Her frame is worn by weather and time but still I find her being sublime
All the experience, all the things she’s seen..I want to pry it from her fixed eyes
Tell me a story of time gone by, new buildings birthed and old ones brought down.
Couples falling in love and giving birth, the aging families she’s watched as she lounges in the park.
I suppose we’ll leave details for another day because, yet again, she gives nothing away.