Author: Wanda Wesolowski
Lady's swallow made the summer.
But followed by her blight & blunder,
the prickly plight, the thoughtless thunder.
Consumed my thoughts and all my wonder,
took my heart & soul in sunder.
Lady wrote goodbyes in masses.
She died in letters. Dots & dashes—
simply remnants of the crassness
that remained within the ashes:
"Rest assured, we will get past this."
Lady's light turns night to day.
Lady's flights all get delayed.
But maybe that's why lady stays.
To show the world, to mark her place.
Maybe that's why lady stays.
Because Lady's never truly gone.
She is the night, she is the dawn.
She's all that's right & all that's wrong.
Lady left to linger on, in every breath,
in every song.