The Meaning Of Her World

If she can be out of your reach but still being there
She can create a place where you can't interfere
The blinking of her eyes flashes not to you
But the images that her memory can compute

Yet you steady stand there in her way
Move aren't the words that slider from her lips
She is a master piece which you can't control
So instead she just get up as she moves

Not to please you not to give you insight
But to be in her world which you can't abide
A single sound like a pin would pick up on the radar which is insincrinised
But only to your voice does she not respond and still you try to linger and push her on

Leave would have been her command
But instead she ignores you
For your truly not worth the time

So still in silence she sits there
Adjusting to every sound
Every sight, touch and smell
Not wanting to disrupt the nature and environment that ponders

Subliminal Woman