The Other Girl

I see her standing
sometimes on her knees.
She has no expression
yet I feel her emotions.
So sad yet so full.

The light is always low
but its never night.
The dark is over looking
but is no threat.
So late yet so new.

Some times she's on a cliff
yet others in a hallway.
Wind off the ocean
or coming from the clouds.
So strong yet so welcome.

I see her standing
sometimes on her knees.
She has no expression
yet I feel her emotions.
So different yet so me.