Finding Me

Her hair is slightly brushed by the wind over her right shoulder All I see for I is the only color darker than dark Until I noticed a line in a curve I assumed so her lips They were curved so in the style I understood as a smirkish smile I felt like moving but feared so if I did I would fall I placed my right foot forward and proceeded with my left I paused in wait of some reaction or gesture and received none So I commenced with two more steps until there was only one left Her features, rather some lines, became more defined I could feel her breath so still give an air of mystery Who are you? I wanted to inquire with burning question I lost to her smile and hair which gave such a glinted glare Not so much the glare of anger but a reflection A reflection of me it couldn’t be So I leaned in closer just to see When I began to realize as I stumbled unto my knees I heard the first words of her speech “Follow me until you find yourself” “Nothing will satisfy until you find you first”