In quiet serenity she seems to be
how on staring at her it all seem complete.
Touched by the face that seems jaded
One wondered whether something had faded...
A memory of some lost happiness
maybe a beauty failed to see
never really knew what I saw in this picture
Was it the sadness in her eyes?
the pale skin that seemed so weak
the lips that uttered nothing
the hair swept back in a bun
the kimono she wore the colours had run..
Of shades of a forgotten past
I wonder what it was?
Yet, as I stared longer I saw of a faint spark
A glint of hope in her face it had mark.
Then I viewed it some more to see
That it spoke-
like a mirror reflecting me.
