What People See

I've met a girl
With grisly bear brown hair
And eyes that look as black as
night from afar but
match instant coffee cup up close.

And all she knows
Is that the secret
of life doesn't rest in the soul
But moves and is revealed
in between two
pink pressed crescents she wears
on her face.

When she saw me,
I saw
a few stars caught in her eyes
from last night's fishing
and gazing, still fresh and thriving.

She said hello
I've known you
for so long.
I glad you
can see me.

I asked her what
her name was and
why was she here.

She said
she was here to be me.