She appeared to me(to be)
nobility, owning several tenacious faces,
every one, strong and strange.
Her eyes were a journey, rushing,
a vortex spinning directly into her soul,
and i kept slipping in, barely able
to find my way back to myself.
She didn’t walk across the room,
she passed through on subatomic
levels, brushing spirits aside,
while absorbing what she saw.
I was strong, and weak,
seated close to her,
and everything else simply faded away….