The Lady Who Lives In The Sky

I wrote this for a teacher who encouraged me. Luckily, I made another copy.

There is a lady who lives in the sky

Who waltzes with starlight and fox-trots with storms

Gathers up diamonds to gift to the cosmos

And sleeps with Lucy to keep her warm

There is a lady who lives in the sky

Who swings on the sunrise and floats with the stars

Placates the wind with a gentle caress

And climbs up the stairs to her bedroom on Mars

There is a lady who lives in the sky

Who harvests and sells the teardrops of the sun

Makes thread from the sunlight that punctures through clouds

And tames wild dragonflies for fun

There is a lady who lives in the sky

Who shimmers like stardust and smells of fresh rain

Sings lullabies in the curve of the moon

And kisses old wounds when they throb with new pain

There is a lady who lives in the sky

Who strings up the skyway and signals the start

Maps out the chords to the tune in your head

And plays the song that lies in your heart

Author's Note

I put a reference to a song in there. Is it clear?