A penny for your thoughts, dear lady,
Though I am sure they're worth much more,
You're so lovely, yet seem so lonely,
I wonder why - whatever for?
A woman of your beauty,
Not meant to dine alone,
Does no one fill your wine glass?
Does no one wait at home?
Pensive lady, lost in thought,
What are you dreaming of?
Another time? Another place?
A past or future love?
I know inside you lies a tale,
There's pain within your eyes,
I see an emptiness - so sad,
My dear, you tantalize.
Perhaps you've lost a loved one,
To death - or to another,
Both hurts - so deep - so tragic,
Do you doubt you will recover?
You will, dear lady - yes, you will,
If only I could tell you,
But in your reverie just now,
Most likely I would fail you.
In this world of your own,
In this place all by yourself,
Will you let nobody in?
Will you not come out for help?
Was that a smile on your face?
Ah, some inner thought intrigued you,
Faint, it seemed, and bittersweet,
Now gone - did it displease you?
Pretty lady, share my table,
Let me pour your wine,
No need to talk - we'll let our thoughts
Communicate and intertwine.
I will walk you to your car,
I will see you safely on your way,
And I will thank you from my heart,
For brightening my day.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright September 2002