A day in the life

I've waited all summer to see the colors of my shades change. And today I saw the faces behind them. I saw a roaring lion, and his magnificent flowing mane. His purple shroud, hid his face, as if in clouds. Yet he stood still, held back only by his strong will. I saw a hidden queen, turned to the side. Henna imprints of divine, revealing only but one eye. I called out to you, who are you? But I knew you weren't mine. The door opens, the wind blows in, the curtain refills, and again we begin.