There once was a woman
Who lived in a book
A grey one in fact
And when the covers closed glass blocked her from the world
You may wonder what this bright in her eye was
Seen in both the new living and recent dead
But only a few In-between have this strange glow
This glow that this woman has
Still wonder what this woman has hidden in her cold eyes
I will tell you now,
she will have it to the end
The stars in her eyes
She saw all the ages past and to come
Swirling by in a mass of colors unknown and known
This woman saw pictures of lost friends lodged in the colors surrounding her
Sweet dreams running past
If you look at her closely you will see her walk in a tornado of light dancing with paint as it dabs on her dress and ink as it drips from her flower crown
She saw Alice fall into her hole
Soon followed by a Cheshire cats smile
She saw faces of those who past,
Her own eyes reflecting back at her when looking and into the eyes of the newly born child still in its crib in a peaceful slumber
Wings might sprout from her back
In a rainbow of colors evaporating off her and into the sky where the diamonds still linger watching in delight
She would run through the village and dance in joy and in fun giving the people their fill of life restoring their eyes
Sunday was when she was out and people came for miles for just one look at this beautiful wonder hidden in a little grey book
She wished to go to a grey world to give it light and colors and colors galore just like the she rests in herself
But in the end as she touches the sky she feels the glass covering her eyes keeping the world of dark and grey away from her touch
Just giving Life away
So she is forced to watch through her glassy eyed prison
6 days of a week of dark grey sky's longing to help and longing to touch
Always forever the words haunting her still
Not ready yet
Not yet, not still
