The first day she came was a Saturday
A sunny day, that Saturday
She was young
Her golden hair in braids
Her brown eyes alive
She told me
"The world is beautiful is it not Lady Blue?"
She came as often as she could after that
She grew
Her hair browned and her eyes glowed
She told me of a boy
His eyes held the sky
His hair woven from the sun
"Love is amazing is it not Lady Blue?"
She came less frequently
Lost in her love
She returned with hollow eyes
Her hair hung limp
Her belly swelled
She no longer spoke of the boy
"All is dark is it not Lady Blue?"
She returned with a split soul
Her features sharp and dry
Her eyes black stones
Hollow of emotion
She kissed the soft skin
She placed it in my arms
"Care for him, will you not Lady Blue?"
She did not look back
Ice fell
The sun scorched
The moon winked
Over and over
She did not return
"Time races does it not Lady Blue?"
She came back a Saturday
A sunny day that Saturday
Her hair silk
Her eyes bright, alive
Her smile easy, free
Her slender finger glittered with new love
"I left something important here did I not Lady Blue?"
She cries old tears
She lets her rain fall on me and fill me
She lets me hold her
I conceal from her the childhood in my depths
I do not let her see the soul
Suffocated in my folds
"The world is beautiful is it not Lady Blue?"
