Diane de Trip Shakespeare

The glass diane,
blue and lovely
laid down on the sill to break the
light
She cast my hand
in a cold light
painting with the beams of
ancient days
Walk with me you can
through our only home
become diane
diane
You live, diane
you are lovely
this world made you stay too far
away
Relax your hand
trusted angel
stranger than the things young
men should know