Her self-reflection in Poetry

Her eyes speak softly
As they echo through time
The path to her mind
Is a riddle
And she left the answer
In the skies
Patiently waiting for the sands
To free what she could never see

Her division of beauty
Creates the vision
The moon conceals
At the breath of midnight
A mirror trapped inside
The magnetism of two worlds
As she becomes the reflection
Of what she sees
To stimulate the pursuit
Of her passionate dreams

You’ll never see
Her shadow
For her cyclic design
Camouflages her soul
Inside the constellations
As she traces the heavens
Looking for an adventure
She has yet to uncover

A mysterious dichotomy
Patiently observing
The madness of nature
Succumbing to words configured
Then lost in translation
Finding herself back
At the original scene
For she never left
What appeared to be another dream

Amongst the harsh voice of the wind
The tides of the sea
Shift to another degree
The sun vanishes from
Her perfect colored television screen
The moon unveils
Its only face
While the stars reveal
Her memories that are erased

Momentarily
She steps away
Each breath she takes
Calculates the rhythm
Of her meditation
Trying to find peace
Where all this chaos
Should cease