Her eyes match the Danube on this cloudy day,

yet look deeper, look beyond the casual

observance and see a person that is majestic,

that rises up beyond the groove

imposed by life at others behest,

see a woman,

as you should see all women,

as life itself, for without them

we are just lumps of useless clay, dressed in rags

and willing ourselves to self destruct;

The Danube meanders along with serenity,

as her eyes close to remember the scene forever,

it is a serenity that is matched and surpassed