SUMMER'S MYSTERY LADY

SUMMER'S MYSTERY LADY


I know not where she comes from,
Know not where she goes
She seems to always be here,
When the south wind blows.

When gazing by the water,
Often she is there,
Always dressed in blue satin,
Wind in flaxen hair.

She at times walks close to me,
With no sound at all.
She must move upon the wind,
And leave with its call.

I think of her all the time,
In my mind she grows,
And I wait patiently for,
When the south wind blows.

To ever know who she is,
I’m sure will not be.
She’s sure to remain summer’s,
Mystery lady.

5/24/07


ABCB 7-5 format