Gorgeous,
Scarcely human
An orchid of a women
Sat under a white plum tree
Sitting, Waiting, Wondering
She doesn't (even) know you’re alive.

About halfway between courtesy bay(and) the white palaces
her gray, sun strained eyes
stared straight ahead.

She (just) remembered
(her) more vulnerable years,
and for a moment
she (came to) an intimate revelation
she loved you.

Quivering on the horizon
He stood watching over (her),
(She) couldn't forgive him or like him,
but (she) saw that what he had done was,
to him, entirely justified.

Now it was all just a green light,
at the end of the dock,
the one that burns all night and shows the way.

She whispered, helplessly
You see (how) everything’s terrible anyhow.