Lost

There she wanders by the dusty
streets, lost in thought
reminiscing each moment, the
glorious ways she fought
no self pity, no grave introspection,
but nothing seemed sane
and yes, it did not rain.

There was the sea with its calming
winds ruffling her hair
strange it may feel, this unending
freedom put her in a lair
tangled, entrapped, she looked at
those mystic window panes
well, it did not rain.