Goddess and Waif
Where is she now
In the dark night of dejection
As I wander beneath
Either the flickering
Or busted streetlights of the city?
Does anyone recognize
The beauty of her face
In the tender way I did?
Both strong and soft features,
Goddess and waif.
Still I remember
Her fragile eyes in the candlelight,
Her brown hair in the sunlight,
The sound of her voice mingled with dreams
Walking a boulevard of moonlight.
I grow older in the lingering days of sadness
But songbirds will put my heart into a melody
And serenade her from outside her window
And this connection will have to suffice.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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