I was walking down the street one day,
saw this little girl strutting my way.
Electric and eclectic,
the way I heard her click her heels.
I thought to myself "was she a movie star?"
"Was she a beauty queen?"
"Was she everything I ever hoped for
and everything in between?"
Then I turned my head and realized she was gone and I wondered if it was just a dream.
I lift my head and shout.
"Who's this mystery lady?!"
"Maybe she's crazy, I wonder if I'll
see her when I die."
Then I see her long curly red hair and eyes of
emerald green, with her pale sun kissed skin in the summer heat.
She turns and looks at me,
'a glance is all I need.'
I tell myself "yes I know she's a mystery lady,
yes I know she's a little bit crazy, but she's all I need."
The emerald eyed beauty is gone again..
a dream within a dream.
YOU ARE READING
Silk Rain
PoetrySilk Rain is another digital poetry book of mine containing fantasy-like events and stories with poems conveying multiple emotive qualities, with (some) better writing. I look forward to being able to share my words with others.
