July 1, 2013

Kind of Luck

You could say I have 
a kind of luck,
someone who
looks out for me.

She's forever
hanging around,
but knows when
to let me be.

She picks me up, 
then puts me down;
she knows how
to stand her ground.

I know she'll come 
and carry me off, 
some evening soon
without a sound.

I often see her 
as in a dream,
but cannot tell you
where we're bound.