ENIGMA

Moist green balls staring out into the dark,
Thick black mass ruffled by breeze blowing harsh
Grieving, angry, confused thoughts swooping down,
Ohh..; Why me?; What now?;
She questioned the astral sky with a frown;

It all seemed perfect, a surreal joy unknown before,
The felicity, the furore, all but things of past;
We were chums and still will be, she thought,
Had I known him much before, she pondered,
He would have fancied me and not that lass;

A lissome gal with balletic steps?
A singer with voice soft like summer rain?
A genteel lady of poise and grace?
Or a 'femme fatale' hidden beneath a drape?
She cried over her fate for she matched none of them;

Should she keep the splinter of hope burning forever?
Should she play the seductress and take him away?
Should she forget the past and look for future ahead?
Bizarre questions raced through her mind,
As she stared out into the dark all the night.