{humanity~"aida"~25....}

"Mans Search For Meaning" ~ Viktor E. Frankl ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You have a way with words," she said As I walked her to her car, after class.... Sitting at the Revue, underneath a brightened purple awning Sharing a piece of lemon cake of some sort, I believe With two cups of cappuccino, amid the nightfall upon the city Facing the cars and the crowds as they all passed by Little San Francisco, I would always call it Diverse in culture and, diverse within many ways All leading although, unto a very peaceful and vibrant place A wonderful retreat.... Compared to many of the other things throughout the day!? Away from the vultures and the jackals, the vipers And all of 'their' kind; they, the truly inane Vampires that drain the light....But not all, not all.... Sitting there with her lovely smile and, the greenest of emerald eyes An enchanting laugh that, sometimes still echoes within my mind Sharing our thoughts, some cappuccino, a piece of cake and our dreams Looking back now, upon her shining auburn hair; glistening Portraits before my eyes, of a unique and precious life ~ "A splash of lime, in mine, please".... The most innocent and purest of hearts, she held This beautiful young lady, with a soul so profoundly kind But, so very very lost, within a very lost world!? Not all though, not all.... "You have a way with words," she said, while sitting at the Revue Sitting at, sitting at, sitting at...."Aida," was her name ~ "So do you dear, so do you!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Humanity, 25?"