Lady Jane In Waiting

She sits in the silence of the long and lonely quiet of afternoon thinking the sunlight once gave light to the warm spring moon but the evening yields shadows of cold, dark memories gone by and the lingering illusions quickly blind the September skies. Would that the world could see her in springtime when lovers and dreamers still warmed the heart’s fire with wine once enraptured by blossoms of Eastertide. Now alone, she frowns at the emptiness that life leaves a loneliness scheme while drawn deep in her heart the illusion of youth still remains as the eyes and the body tremble with unanswered questions like wind and rain. Caught in the whirlwind of continual change and peaceful unrest she ponders with fear of completing and failing life’s tests. Would that she could break free and cling solely to life for a short time more but for now she sits in the hush waiting, waiting… Rewrite from 1978 for a neighbor