The Girl I found Strange

A girl stood still
where the tree curved over her
at night and her eyes
stared straight into the soul of it
and a footpath that laid
empty behind her.
I didn't see any ghost
lingering over that path,
did she?
Or maybe, she merely was gazing
her own self
walking the most sanguine days earlier
and breath the gale of past memento
which lived through her till date.
Maybe, indeed she witnessed the fantasies alive
that she lived in parallel universe.
Her body stood as still as my heart
which flowed the terms of my father-
'Let people live their own lives.'
And I always wondered,
Did affirmations of liberal societies over ages,
merely bound to men around me?
Like possibilities to infinite
lingered into me for
the girl near the empty footpath
but seldom, I write about
the man drunk at midnight on that street.