Ballad of Moody Green

It’d been a while since someone could catch her eye

The lady of the hour was getting tired

She gave her ear to many who took her time

She drank their drinks well then so

It worked out fine

An old familiar stranger from before times

A gentle listening look framed with telling lines

He wore the fur on his neck like he knew the price

A light, a warmth, a kindness in those green eyes

She felt a rush to her face, suddenly shy

She didn’t mind if he saw her body rise

She had shrunk down with all these disappointing times

A flicker of believing in those green eyes

It really did feel like she had won the prize

Some people do get lucky, some of the time

Thunder and lightning struck when they touched at night

The Sweetness of receiving from those green eyes