Queenie

SHe stamps on the tar, as a Diva then crumbles, why are stars out so far, no pine needles nor hay, her farm's like a lover, better keep it that way, asks why cross the arc, everywhere is trouble, why does she bother, to sail on blue waves, a ship for a mother, this is what she craves, he's ruined her heart, shocked here in wonder, where did that start, not two miles away, he awaits and hungers, she might skip a train, she still hears him now, laughing like a juggler, happy he’s not barred, who splits who asunder ?