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.