lady of grey

You used to live here
With your fair golden hair
And your eyes of bright green
And your plans and your dreams

You used to be here
Frantic ripples of air
Embracing the time
No fear and no care

But now you have gone
And who lives in your place?
A lady of grey
No picture, no face

She leans on the gate
And she remembers the scene
When it all seemed so possible
To meet all those dreams

"Why does it always laugh at me?
That looking glass of pinks and greens."
Reflections of a time...
Of what could, and has been.