Blurred Vision

She dwells in the blurred line
between light and dark,
but keeps her true nature
a secret.

She stands in the place
between night and day,
but still she remains
unseen.

Where my whiskey
mixes with soda she rests,
whether lightened or dulled
I cannot attest.

Occasionally, in a time
of transcendence, she flits
by my eyes, leaving
me breathless.

Stand still for a moment, my girl.
There is no one else here,
And I'd never speak
of this sharpened vision.