THE LADY FROM THE STAR
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
she was there
I saw her
Silver hair
A sweet face without a care
She was like a whisper in the soft flowers
Like raindrops in April showers
Fragrance like the sweetest buds
Making indoors seem like pine needled woods
All was good
Going to be fine
Lost in time
As if picking fruit for red wine
Throwback the modern way
Go to the simple days
The sky was blue
No haze
Was this true?
Her eyes were there but not brown, green or blue
Just there
Her smile was soft, though no mouth, or teeth
What was happening, I was in disbelief
Who was she where had she come from
As she left I felt like a grain of sand
On a windy prom
I wanted to chase her, grab her hand
It was then I realised she had wings
And she flew far
Reaching up to a shining star
Then I heard the birds sing
And the church bells did ring
But how could that happen?
It was winter
Birds were hiding
So cold the air hurt like a splinter
And near me there wasn’t a church
So, no birds did perch
And no bells could ring
Since then I have searched
But she has kept away
I hope she will return, one fine day
© Fiona Cummings
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