she had that look
about her
a look
of a dreamer
dark eyes
that see
much too far
her stripped thoughts
find their way
to the end
and wander off
the edge
of the earth
The Creative Chic
she had that look
about her
a look
of a dreamer
dark eyes
that see
much too far
her stripped thoughts
find their way
to the end
and wander off
the edge
of the earth
The Creative Chic 
I would guess the Dark Eyed Dreamer, distracted in wonderment, lost in thought, reached her end, and wandered off the edge of the earth. I imagine the look in her eyes. Penetrating, poignant poem.
Thank you so much!
You are welcome.
I agree
Thank you John, for your kidness.
You’re welcome! But you really nailed this one.
Ahh, thank you!
You’re welcome!
imagination cloaked in hope with surreal thoughts, yet going over the edge is surreal and serene. That the part that is only known, now shall know the part that was unknown. I hope it is great than, sum of its total…
Great poetry, with room for different perspectives. this is a masterful poem.
Wow, thank you so much for the provoking thoughts, definitely awesome.
my pleasure, you are welcome! I shall return for more