I WAS A STRANGER

I was a stranger today
In rose colored skies
and vanilla wind.

I stood alone,
questioned life
I looked and crept deep within.

A Stranger.

The geese flew low
Wingtips loft
upon the wind...
that made me lost.

They call this sky
their humble home.
I call it...infinity
......to alone.

My feet
yet grounded to this field.
A field of lost hope
and daffodil.

Fed by the sun
and wind and rain.
That don't exist
in this strangers mind.

--Diva
as published in "A Diva Speaks" (Lulu Publishing)