SHE observes the world from behind the scenes, no one knows her painted dreams.
SHE writes her poems about love and pain – no one even knows her name.
She’s lost in the universe, blind and unknown.
SHE goes about her business – a face in a crowd. Inside her head SHE screams aloud.
SHE beats a mantra, rhythmical sounds – she ponders.
SHE jots down words about life and man.
SHE hopes one day someone, somewhere, will paint a love poem for SHE