WHEREABOUTS OF A WOMAN

I am the country girl,
In the dawn, with the steed, on the farm
And in the wandering of your mind.

I am the homeless urchin,
In the noon, with the burns, on a test
And in the sparkling of your eyes.

I am the lonely soul,
In the dusk, with the storm, on a fight,
And in the haziness of your dreams.

I am the invisible romantic,
In the dark, with the moon, on a poem,
And in the secret of your heart.

But am I, you ask
In the words, with the men, on their mouths
And in the allegations of your horrors?

Yes, but I am also the pretty bride
In the frilly frock,with wavy hair,on the run
And in the reasons of your smiles .