Scarlet Streams

There's a silent hush upon her face
Half hidden within sweet dreams
Memories lost in a maddening chase
Across the scarlet streams

Conceived in being a righteous lass
A country girl who wears no crown
She grew into a woman of class
In her move to jolly London town

In a solemn attitude so different than before
She learns it's not quite the same
As she bolts and locks the door
Wondering what price is paid for fame?

Now the days are spent alone
No time for fun just work
Recalling the times back home
Questions begin to lurk

One day she wakes yearning
From what was left behind
Thoughts from the past are burning
Within her tearful mind

Reflected from the mirror lines appear
Showing the effects of time
As the days turn into years
Teary eyes begins to pine

For what will never be
From all she left behind
Greeting another morn she turns the key
As the sun begins to shine

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
July 11, 2009