On the wings of love just the two of us

Pamela, in a vast chase through a slight of hand

When will be fully able to understand

The soul gets sick in ordinary places

Within vast tormented sore vex spaces

Having shoes yet omit the laces

In ardent worn & tired faces

The twilight sun had tainted his inner vision

To once again having silenced its beckoning call

A distant pier with water current shed a tear

On the wings of love from above

Shattered promises in empty skelatal vice;

The outcry of inner pain leaving one helpless almost to the point of insane

Many times grasping for straws feeling alone

A sudden pull at the heart would light the spark

To what it was I had been waiting for

Our plans haven't changed only the song has remained the same

Just not having her in my arms is driving me insane

With fragrance achieved out of desperate spite;

In a castle down by the sea

Children the forest in lavender sweet

Awake!

Forget the night;

The burdensome groove

We had enhanced a brightened smile

My dearest Pam,

There is a twinkle in her smile,

Haunting yet so pronounced

We have become accustomed to the night

The helpless ploy of a bargain basement deal

That dash to Mexico where tires would squeel

She dances on a ring of fire

Yet throws off the challenge with a shrug;

From borrowed pulpits

Decorated door knobs with pulsating dashes

That nice Army suit you wore on Sunday,

An opened door

Art can never replace your precious memory

Goodbye Jim Morrison!