Freedom

The blue lady looked to me in the library. I think diamonds suit you best, she said. I switched to another book and continued. I walked home and a daffodil smiled at me. I smiled back. Was I golden too, for a second? I kept my treasure. And was rewarded. Diamonds suit you best, the darkness whispered. It cloaked me in diamonds and, like a sly courtesan, I courted it, coaxed it, cried out for more. The blue lady sat by me as a friend might. Her wand shone with the reflection of my treasure. She granted me more- all I desired. But the blue lady and darkness are as good as Zephyr. What a painful lover- the price for treasure is great.