Poetry beyond ages

I have seen her a few times later on, but I am still bewildered by her first glance…

I entered the cafe, and there she sat. She laid eyes on me and she kind of knew… She really saw right through me. A dispassionate yet heartfelt and approving look. Inquisitive, alert, and silvery awake. She felt like a sweet owl. Permissive, yet unwavering. Smiling yet timelessly serious. Compassionate yet relentlessly aloof… – seeing past all ages.