I Write Songs

Donya Also

Princess or priestess,
one, or both, I cannot really say
The star on your brow
and your eyes,
they just blew me away.

Belonging to us was a place,
between the darkness and dawn
Perfect love- perfect trust- blessed be
Let the moment go on,

We could find songs on the sidewalk,
and poems in the air.
We could just place in a space
anything that we wanted there.

but we both knew full well
that our eyes could play tricks in the dark
three o clock in the morning in the tunnel
in Golden Gate Park.

We tried.
Yes we tried,
to "break on through to the other side"
but the other side was playing just a little bit shy.
You left in the fall
You got the call,
"Death makes angels of us all"
The last thing I needed back then,
was just another reason to cry.