The Woman in Blue

Winter time sadness by ichigopaul23 via deviantart.com

 

Dressed in a cloak was this woman in blue,
She beckoned me and whispered,”Oh dear little Sue”,
“Yes milady”, I reply blushing under the summer gaze,
Her green eyes causing me a mezmerising daze,

“Do bring me the book, it is by the window,”
she said pointing with her gloved laced hand,
I dusted the soils of my frock and stood in command,
I recall that tattered book, red-leathered and old,
She never let me near it but I did as I was told,

Then I realized I was but a mere child of 8 so careless, naive, not-a-care and free,
Dismissing the absurd thought, I ran by the glistening sea,
I cross the lawn and into the house seeing the prize I seek at heart,
But before I could seize it and touch it, I awoke with a start,
Who was she and who was I, these questions still bothers me so,
I dreamt it so vividly not too long ago.

 

A Stranger

You said “hey”
I say “hi”
Nice to meet you passing by
At least I thought that’s meant to happen
As we sat there

On the soiled ground
The wind in our faces
High up at this view
In the sea of others faces
Grouped or paired not we
We just sat there

You’re drinking a bottle
I’m the drinking the same
But let it sit inside my bag
For fear of conversation
We just sat there

“Do I know you?” I wonder
Or should I begin to know you
Watching you at the corner of my eye
You curl the side of your lips
As we sat there