She haunts me in my dreams................

Her eyes may be
turquoise depths of a pond;
as black and angsty as
burnt coals.
But they seem to
conceal within themselves,
something that may never reveal itself,
like an ornamented chest,
that may contain a treasure.
But the key is buried,
in the depths of her psyche,
as impenetrable as
the centre of the earth.

Why does she stand like that?
Leaning against a surface,
neither smiling nor unsmiling,
but the mouth fixed
in a mocking smirk.
She seems to be amused,
as she wordlessly watches
 me struggle with her,
as i decide who she is
and what I want her to be.