perfect

Deep in the woods...or valley...or desert...

Or maybe high on the mountain.

Whatever works for you.

She sat by a fire, hopefully keeping warm,

But I'm not really sure.

Seeming to be deep in thought,

But maybe that was just the reflection of flames

Upon her cheek.

The way the light darted around,

And here, and there the shadows fell

And maybe they danced with her

Thoughts, dreams, and so on

Or maybe they were asking to dance.

To maybe fill her emptiness

If only for a moment.

Truth is, I'll never really know.

But as she rested her head

Upon the earth,

I caught a glimpse of something

That I think is true...

She smiled, just slightly.

And I thought, maybe she saw me

And me, being a stranger

Somehow did not scare her

Rather, she drifted off in peace

Savoring that moment...

that she could 

still be 

perfect.