I see her come around some nights when most of us are gone her eyes like tiny emeralds hold glints of things unkown
She never says a word to us sits sipping on her wine Silently and pleasantly She loves to take her time
I left my sense one wild night and followed Lady home her boots with tiny silver heels were sparkling from the moon
Soft hair like chestnut roses swayed like willows in the wind I found it hard to concentrate on how and why and when
At once, she stopped & turned my way those emerald eyes so wide. "Yes?" she simply questioned And I asked the lady "Why?"
"Why are you the way you are?" I questioned like a fool She shook her head and quickly said "I'm me and you are you.”
“The sky is me and the sky is you and everything turns sometimes blue and sometimes when you're so much you the world falls down on you.”
She turned and walked away then And I was left to wonder How sometimes when the world falls It's more than just a blunder.
(c) 2002 s. matthews