Spokes of Lighting

Blue oceans and grey-green skies
Spokes of lightning in her eyes
The perfect shell for her lies
She tells me wonders, none of them true,
But I can’t help wondering, what of you?

She walks with phenomenon
What the hell is going on?
Actuality, he is gone
Her own imagination being put upon
See in her eyes, the coming of a new dawn.

The breezes of summer
The cold winter’s blow
The pounding beat’s drummer
He leads the show.

To the world she turns her shoulder
Making life that much colder
He cold blue eyes make her older
But when the sun shines through
You see a sight she shows too few.

Her soul, a fire of ice
Will swallow you leaving no choice
She will make you twice
The man you once were,
Is nothing to her.