Alice maid from Satin Glade was something to behold.. easy smile.. love all the while believed what she was told..
Orphan made in Satin Glade though one saw infant time.. expectations made from those who did not see the crime..
Alice had a palace.. something she could call her own.. dreamed of older siblings made of dreams.. dreams hers alone..
Loved her folks.. her friends of dream to speak with every night.. each her love made dreams above as dreams made friends of light..
Glowing up the road of Kings and pirates she held still.. spell.. a food.. or smell brought due a dark witch and her bill..
Alice maid lived unafraid her paths forever true.. still they split yet never quit each sees the greens and blues..
Teens brought means and ways of passion crashin’ poignant real.. ‘love me’ was her song of life.. no lies.. would ever steal..
Brought notice of politicians.. seen by rich in gold.. seen by those unthinking who think all is bought and sold..
Road of Karma laid as played yet perfect for those strong.. saw herself a blues man.. stuck around to learn his song..
Stories true.. fairy tales.. seem solid yet they miss.. less in any bank vault than passion of love’s kiss..
Never fades from Alice maid just dims during the storm.. worth more than most anything.. each night.. love safe and warm..