golden sunshine goddess notwithstanding the rain
she gives her grace so easily to the fleeting fast day
so apparent in her eyes that she in concept loves the ideal of him
but its the reality that leaves shame's ***** scar
her presence speaks to me in difficult times
her heartbeat whispers nonchalant beauty
like she had spoken into existence the very truth of love itself
only to find the darkness of him as he shadowed her artistic creation
standing with him in the last light of day
its plain to see that they are two sides to the same coin
opposites forever mirroring the other
forever embraced in turbulent attraction
she gives me one last fare thee well
her soft hand gracing me with tears of joy
i leave her to her desired fate
locked in a desperate dance with her lover
like the suns fire kissing the cool sea
like loves first kiss
she was my personal heaven abdicated
and i miss her so much

beauty is a hearts hunger
beauty of feeling or beauty of sight
i live for her
she is my light

surrounded by sunlight's softest kiss
in pantomime of surrender she gives up her smile
she gives romance of the eyes to me
and with few words softly spoken
ushers me into her world
perfections kitten she growls then laugh's
as i marvel at her nearness
her eyes have become pools of green warmth
as we sit to talk and talk to sit
she asks why have i come
i illustrate on the breeze with words so profuse
i illuminate the room with light of reason
but fail to sway her
she ponders me and all my attachments
with gentle grace
gives me a door
sunlight plays in her reddish brown hair
plays upon her earring of diamonds
she gives me romance of the heart
as she holds me there by the door
long enough to convince me of her goodness
long enough for me to see her divinity
a spring snow clings to the breeze
on the beach which she walked
forever more young and fierce as a lioness
young and bold

fire in her eyes
the belly of the beast in her mind
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight

what madness she asks
every madness she replies
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight

her lover is a mental game
her lust is a puzzle trap
every turn she takes brings her closer to the end
closer to the truth that she is alone
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight

what to choose what is fun what is right
the devil has his perks
so can delight
what to choose what is right
trapped between day and night
trapped between the devil and delight

his rustic way
the easy as they come grin
the soft shine in a hard land
had a gift in his brotherly manner
it was vulture's way
the name didn't fit the man but few do
he was a kind soul
always had time to mend fences
had time to build bridges
and the boy could dance
look at him go in the firelight
while the music sang softly
always thought he was most at home
sharing a meal and the comforts of conversation
few knew him as well as I
spent years chasing dawns early light with my friend
laughing and carrying on like two kids
it was vulture's way
last time ever laid eyes on him
he was laughing and talking with some fine young girl
just as natural as can be
a true hippie
relaxed and at ease with the world
he died later that spring
but to me he will always be alive
in summer breeze and moonlight
watch him dance and shake thous old bones
my good friend will always be there
in every smile i ever see