today we drove around.

Woman in black.

Her eggshell mind

Still exists

Only to find no time for love.

She said,

                “take my soul, take me whole”

The yellow moon illuminates the soft midnight pond.

As her delicate body floats above the night’s pond.

Only her soul knows what will come later tonight.

Birds sing the lady in black to sleep.

That night the lady in black was laid to rest.