Lady in the Dark

A lady smiling down in the dark

Her face milky white, a shroud covering it

She peers over the hills and valleys

With a far away look in her eyes

She is caught in her high home

Moving little in the dark

Across the bright sprinkled floor

Of punctured light.

She, like Mona Lisa,

Smiles for mysterious reasons

And I wish I had an inkling

Of why.

Mary Gunderson