The Lady With the Look of Serenity
The Lady with the look of serenity fell asleep towards noon
dreaming of her love by a very beautiful mimosa tree
that seemed to hold the transparent, patchy moon
into its branches gleaming with dew as they waved softly.
Over the dark and eerie forest clouds rose thicker than smoke,
only a sparrowhawk would come down and curiously look
and see her laying there face-up as if she were dead...
he wondered why such a stunning beauty seemed sad.
The spirit of dawn stood over her body as a stately sentinel
thinking she was dreaming, but didn't hear her heartbeat,
and patiently waited for her to wake up and wish her well;
he never realized she was a corpse with the coldest feet.
The lady with the look of serenity wasn't another sleeping beauty,
she took a vile of poison and waited to die on the prettiest meadow,
refusing to remember that unfaithful lover who made her sad and weary;
why did she choose death...instead of living as free as any sparrow?
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