The girl standing there

By the ocean was she standing from far I could see

her dress whipped around but her focus unphased

it appears so deep drowned in thought was she

that sunsetting burned upon which her eyes gazed

but never-no-mind absorbed in her trance

What captured her so? My thoughts I have praised

and now captures me, was it all just perchance?

Then my dress whips ‘round too, for which I’m amazed

two souls never met but strangers that share

while ignorant is she, and we both in our gaze,

trapped by our own musing around salty air

The spell has been broke and we go our own ways.