Lotus

About a beautiful woman I met in SF

Youth of spirit glimmer in eyes
deep wrinkles electric bike a poor disguise

A withered flower is still a flower
and you are a flower, forever a flower

Budding in the 60's
pollen sharing and New Mexico trips
the summer of love
and furtive fleshy dips

Marching streets, you shouted and screamed
racial equality your young heart did dream
Flower children fighting a war
missiles explode undistracted, blood lust and gore

Presently stoned reminiscing the toll
no change, no hope, for us poor proles
shes seen it all victories and grief
now content in a park her soul exclaims 'Peace'

different to the past
no marches and fierce
now you love the world
accepting it for what it is

a perfect world cannot exist
nor a life poisoned by hatred from anarchists
you reach out and touch the few in your world
free and fluid you fly in the wind

Dancing through your days sharing your beauty with all

an individual beauty to which I am enthralled

Author's Note

yup

Reviews

[Circe]

absolutely beautiful... with a tinge of sadness too, I love your idea of freedom, the feats of different eras, how magnificent it is to travel and meet all the people in the world who are waiting to share their stories... really enjoyable read.

[Shaun Fisher]

thanks.. travelling serves as the perfect muse.. especially SF. So much happening in that city. So many unique people with crazy stories to tell