lady of situations

i saw her standing by the bridge
belladonna
the wind pulling at her hair
rapunzel, rapunzel

she stopped andin her eyes i saw
the contemplation that took but a moment

she leaned over the edge peering into the unknown

if it were not for the obvious cold
and her fear of plunging to the icy depths
and the onslaught of drama that would ensue
the crowds with gawking eyes and rumoured frenzy
she would have soared like a swan
her hair long and sleek in the air

it looked like an endless pool of grey blue
a warm porthole in the frozen wasteland
inviting her for that second to dive into it's current

under the icy crust to the living moving part
deep beneath not touched by winter's season
it was not death she desired but to be reborn
a baptism of sorts
washing her clean
renewing all hidden below the surface of the deep

all in a moment’s meditation
i saw it in her flashing eyes
cerulean as the waves that bid her to come