We've heard the tales of eyes and smiles a hundred times before, but for this one I write about, I'll have to add one more. Though songs of faces say so much, they cannot tell the all, so I shall sing of one who wears the golden waterfall.
The signals of her hatred for this world of little lies is registered within the tell-tale candor of her eyes. On this plane of human falsehood, such honesty stands tall, and so I sing of one who wears the golden waterfall.
The poetry of words alone has not the grace to give her passion to discover all the love she wants to live. A warmth too great to be contained in her body, largely small flows through the hair of she who wears the golden waterfall.
So from aside I watch, a half-read book upon her shelf as she throws light upon the unkind mirror of her self and wonders if the things she seeks will listen to her call - look! See them run to one who wears the golden waterfall.
The beautiful soul from "She Never Knew" strikes again...only, this one she got to hear way back when. 1978 JMF