~ Aida & Humanity 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 blind Vampires that drain the light....But not all, not all.... Sitting there, with her lovely smile, and the greenest of emerald eyes A 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 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?"