January 24, 2003
Her soul seems removed and locked in her head
Her limbs are relaxed, head off to the side
With a haunted and far-away look in her eye
She seems to be gazing at some kind of tear
Through a hole ripped in the fabric of air
Or perhaps her gaze is on marvels within
And her vision is focused not outwards but in
It seems though her mind has been transferred somehow to
A present and place that exist far from now
Is it a fancy from fathoms of mind
Or is her gaze fixed on a parallel time?
Her lips seem to move then she jumps with a start
As if suddenly hearing the drum of her heart
The watchers glance away, avoiding her glare
And hoping she wouldn't see their blank stare
"Just a friend," Her excuse, with a glance through the air-