I saw her staring at me
Her transformed face
From once whom she used to be
A dream manipulated by
Pieces of our fragmented reality
She sits and studies me
Her eyes filled with a
Simply idealized love for me
Yet they allow room for her
Pure, compounded curiosity
The unhindered epiphany
Her roots bury deep, holding fast
Her form as a hundred-year-old tree
Damaged, yet standing firm
Amidst the storm from the sea
