i don't know her name..
i just see her pour water into the river..
she then stands in the shallows with her umbrella..
she looks away into a place that she knows exist..

i don't know her name..
i just hear her hum a melody sweet..
makes the river flow..
as she looks away into a place that she knows exist..

i don't know her name..
i just see her hair dance in the wind..
she spins her umbrella left to right..
as she looks away into a place that she knows exist..

i don't know her name..
i just see her stand in the shallows under a lone black cloud..
rain falls on her umbrella and into the river..
as she looks away into a place that she knows exist..

i don't know her name..
i just wrote a poem about her..
a memory a dream..
someone real, someone created, in a place i know that truly exist..