Today I glimpsed her,
Only in part, for it was just
Half a face, as she walked past my door,
Her hair, flowing, honey tones.
And there I was, pondering her life,
Painting pictures in my mind.
Somehow trapped, yet free
Eyes alive with joy.
Speaking of hungers being satisfied,
Yet searching for answers.
Something there painting in vivid colour
It was if she wanted to dance,
Vigorous and vibrant.
Her smile, as the sunshine!
