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.