The Dame

Sunday poetry, still doing the challenge for national poetry writing month: one poem per day for the whole month of April.
 
The Dame
 
She could be sweet
like a lucid dream.
I don't know much about her.


"Please can you stay
for a while to share my grief?"
She pleaded to me.


It was such a lonely day,
and she always felt lonely.
I never walked away from her.


Because I have always been a wandering star,
Blackened and darkened for ever. 
Those who have seen beneath my eyes
have known me forever.

In this town of suffering
I am her only comfort.
I am her only wandering star
preserved in darkness forever.