Heads or Tails?

Sitting within the walls of my contemplation,
With a vision extending beyond the threshold of my placate self;
I see Her. She stands below, above
– to tell you the truth, I see Her Everywhere.
Just last week, as I was walking down the high street, I was awoken to Her presence.

Such a gentle figure is She.
A certain mysterious and cunning energy radiates from within Her,
And can be felt if enough attention is paid to Her breathtaking complexion. With long black hair falling down to the very soil of existence- hair darker than the blackness of an up most ignorance to light and colour, waving about and with it, the consummation of the very essence of tranquility.

I have not spoken to Her, that day has yet to come.
I cannot grasp the reality of such a dialogue,
Although I have tried to warp my imagination into such a fanciful state.

 What Time is it?
Half past eleven.

I know not why She bewilders me.
I suppose it is She who gives me no choice.
A child once asked me:

Heads or Tails?

I disagree.