My Sleep Wears Red Stiletto Shoes
It’s 2 am in the morn
Sleep was here a minute ago
Now she’s left me on my own
Lonesome in this darkened room
It’s no use searching for her
Tonight fanthom lady's out
Out in the dark, wind in her hair
Out dancing atop my copper beech
I bet she feels my icy stare
As she skips from bough to bough.
I’ve spied her many times before
Through drawn greying drapes
Slender feet clad in red stilettos.
The wind sailing her skirt around
I bleed when up on her toes
The moon gives her a long kiss
She smiles, her skirt billows
Lavender scent drifts to me
Her laughter in my head rolls
But then her lips curls to condemn
“You make your bed too hard
Lie alone on it... Hard!”