Scarlet Streams

In dedication to Norma Southwood a special lass who lived A life filled with class and with these words Now becomes immortalize

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