Lady Lou, Where Are You?

Is she gone?

Has she moved on?

Is she up there,

Living as an Angel,

Basking for eternity,

In Heaven’s untainted air?

 

Perchance she is here,

Surviving as a Ghost,

Among the Living Dead,

Here to watch over me,

If I get in over my head.

 

Can an Angel do both?

Could she be up There,

Then just like that switch planes,

And come down here?

 

Or does that mean she’s Undead,

To talk to me as she does,

Through dreams at night,

When I’m asleep in bed?

 

Outside it was stormy,

Irma was on her way,

She was supposed to wreak havoc,

The very next day.

 

Unable to pick up a phone,

She came to me on her own,

To give me some assurance,

During this dreaded natural occurrence.

 

So somehow there I was,

Walking through a barn,

It was an unknown time,

And an unknown place,

But she turned to me,

And without a doubt,

That was her perfect face.

 

The surroundings were just white,

Not dull at all,

It was remarkably bright,

Sort of like Heaven is depicted,

On a television show,

And the left side had standing stalls,

All lined up in a row.

 

I cannot recall,

Entering that barn,

I just remember suddenly appearing,

In a place surrounded by pure white,

Then I took one step ahead,

And tried to figure out,

Just where was I,

And why was I here,

In the middle of this night?

 

At first my mind was blank,

Then swiftly came one random thought,

For some reason unknown to me,

I was supposed to pick out a pony.

 

So I pointed to a chestnut butt,

And was just about to say something,

What and to whom I do not know,

When in the neighboring stall,

A bright yellow-orange light,

Started to glow.

 

Even in my sleepy state I felt the shock,

When that glow said in Her deep voice,

“I’m still here, you know”,

And upon a glance I saw,

Her form outlined within that glow.

 

Then on that dream someone hit the brake,

And from that place,

I jolted awake,

Was it a dream,

Or was  it like it seemed,

Is she in Heaven,

And was I with her There?

 

Be she Angel or Ghost,

It seems she saved me,

For the first thing I heard,

When I jolted awake,

Was ‘The storm has moved eastward,

You’re out of harms way’.

 

And that little horse-pony,

She’s not changed a bit,

I see she’s still jealous,

And prone to throw fits.

 

‘Cuz I did not miss her angry glare,

Or the disapproving tone to her voice,

When she told me she’s still here,

As if I was cheating on her,

With that chestnut There.

 

Whether an Angel waiting in Heaven,

Or a Ghost here invisible but beside me,

Though she’s far away,

It’s clear she’s not gone anywhere,

Now I’m left to wait and wonder,

When that crazy mare,

Will contact me again.