Goddess And Waif Poem by Uriah Hamilton

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.