Passing Through

She's an unfinished Lady in the shadows; Sometimes she does not know the game, Or the rules of play... A sleeping princess waiting for her turn A waking dreamer with no key to fame. I know her well... She has my face. I hold her hands on a twilight patio And watch stars shooting sparks With comet tails That spell her name Across a Southern sky. No one sees but She - no one understands. She knows the Universe Cannot proclaim reality; Her reality or Her immortality... The outward shields - However insignificant Are still, by rites around Her heart. And the sky will fall Before She... I know Her well, you see.