Out of the Sky - A Collection of Descriptive Poems

Pale Blue

Across the moon-lit streets,

A white moth fluttered,

And at the steps of the opera house,

The dead leaves cluttered.

Alone sat a young lady,

Dressed in pale blue,

Her blonde hair she had let loose,

And now hung upon her lacy shoes.

Alone she was,

As tears continued to swell.

Her sobs broke the silence,

Saying that all was not well.

A noise suddenly thundered,

Exploding on the streets,

As the hooves of a horse,

Sounded an ominous beat.

She looked up to see,

A face hidden by a mask.

A top hat on his head.

And in his hand a beer flask.

He jumped off his magnificent, black stallion,

Swinging from the beer he was weak.

Uncontrollably he leaned on his sword,

And the young lady, scared, began to speak.

"Sir please, you are drunk!

Go back home!

You have no business here,

Please leave me alone."

The drunk man giddily snorted.

"Ya wanna be alone again?

Ya think I'm bad?

Ya're silly m' friend!"

The young lady replied,

"Go away, filthy drunkard!"

And the man gingerly tsked,

"M'dear, we are both sorely misunderstood."

"Because I'm drunk,

I'm thought to be a danger.

And yet I was tryin' to help ya',

An upset, tearful stranger!"

Sobs erupted from the young lady's mouth,

Salty, wet tears rolled down her cheeks.

The truth mysteriously haunted her,

Leaving her distraught and meek.

"M'lady, look up at the stars!

They shine for you!

Givin' ya hope...

Some un'll always be there for ya too."

The man then awkwardly tipped his hat to her,

And hopped upon his sleek stallion.

And as he rode off with a beer flask held high in the air,

She came to an understanding.