Kim A McKee©
She sings to the spider
And the lone standing tree
The dust on the sunbeam
And the bloom on the weed
She wishes soft landings
To the things that she drops
And she kisses the faces
Of lovers she’s lost
Chorus:
Oh the ghosts that
Pass thru her eyes
Bring her smiles
And sorrowed sighs
And her memories make sure
She’s never alone
Oh she is not mad
She is closer home
The lines and the scars
Have all taken their place
In the valleys and shadows
Of a once younger face
Wild gray strands are flying
And her heart will give chase
For they’re all she has left
Of her youth unrestrained
Rain on her window
Riv-lets on glass
All carry her off
To a sunnier past
Where there’s dancing and singing
And talk of someday
Now her young girlhood dreams
Keep her mind far away
Some look away
And others they stare
But all of them fear her
And all of them swear
They’ll never become
Such a pitiful sight
But when you’re closer home
Your time here is light