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Lady Wonder
No, I ain’t wrote.
I’ve been caught up
In the greatest things they say
Life has to offer.
But, in the midst
Of all my success,
I find myself feeling
Oddly like a pauper.
And in my darkest
Days and hours,
I get to thinking of the time
We spent together.
Your whispers
Never failed
To set my brushes
Hissing all across
The canvases of summer.
It’s strange of me
To come back now,
And it’s ok
If you don’t remember,
Cuz someone like you
Must get her share
Of sad and desperate letters.
But all of the music
Has faded now
From this life
That I’ve been living,
And hearing your voice
Just one more time
Could set my whole
World singing.
My Lady Wonder.
Since we last spoke
My mind once busy
With the great divine
Has been riddled with reason.
But wise men say
‘All things must pass,’
Even my malaise.
It’s just one of life’s seasons.
But when I look
Upon my elders,
Dusty, yawning, pot-bellied,
And scared of dying,
I get to thinking
That the ones who say
This boredom’s the norm
Have all been lying.
I know that I ain’t
Been the best
At dialing your number,
But losing you’s
The reason for
This cloud that I’ve been under.
So as you pass,
Won’t you please allow
Your garment for the touching?
Heal these beggar’s eyes
To see all the things
That they’ve been missing.
My Lady Wonder.
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