The Sunlight In Her Hair

She sits in her corner, quiet, beautiful
Swathed in pink past compare
Singing to herself softly, sweetly
With the sunlight in her hair

She twirls in play a handful of locks
Her song lifted by her stare
Flashes of shapely feet I see
With the sunlight in her hair

Her song wavers a little bit
The notes quiver in the air
I rush forward to hold her
And the sunlight in her hair

Her song was a eulogy
Pure beauty, not simple fare
I kiss away the tears that shine
Like the sunlight in her hair

I place her feet on my lap
And caress the skin so fair
I stroke her face and try to catch
The sunlight in her hair

It doesn’t stay, the elusive sun
The skies are a red so rare
I ask the girl if she will be mine
And the sunlight in her hair

Ecclesiastic Rant

Unique we are, all of us
The paradox of our time
The void of life nudges us on
Everything is meaningless

We die from when we are
Ash to ash, dust to dust
The abyss of time engulfs us
Everything is meaningless

Life is built up into Ambrosia
In its pursuit we trudge on
Once there, "Now what?"
Everything is meaningless

Choosing our paths as we go
We seek profit and gain
Nothing is ever enough is it?
Everything is meaningless

What is real is here and now
But we want what could have been
The graven images of our past
Everything is meaningless

Time, distance, space, fate
Our excuses pointing to hope
A dionysian fantasy, this
Everything is meaningless

Toothless grins, lopsided stares
As we journey from legs to shoulders
The grave does not discriminate
Everything is meaningless

The meanings we seek from life
Lie on the way, not at the end
For after all, when you think of it,
Everything is meaningless