It's the look that I see when
I think
no one is looking at me.

She always sees,
never closes her eyes,
I cannot surprise her.

It's surprising to me that I think
she cannot see because
I know that she can.

I see her
everywhere and everywhere
I've been
she
has seen.

In a book,between the lines
I see her sometimes,
she reads me.

In chapter eight
she will make me
a bed and
she'll take me.

I see her when she's not where
I am
but she's there
and I can
believe
in miracles.