Stranger Reflection

She took my work upon her hands, her analytical nature emits while she beholds my craft. She took my piece and formed it radical, rewinding my steps, seeking understanding of my method and reason. I felt insight, admiration and interest within myself, in addition a essence of love. I've found reflection, she spoke my language. But her tongue slithers vocabulary into my ears inwhich i lack the ability to fully see.. Where she stands, is my future. I embrace her to absorb, to find myself. So when I handle her, she can see what I see. Perhaps this is where the eyes meet ;), within my dreams. - AtR