her irish green eye stare

      some kinds of light never show their beautiful face

      but wait for the exact moment to strike in place

      to destroy the portion of our dependant materialism

      in a splash of freezing cold high sierra waterfall mist

      new light that just kissed through the reflective rainbow

      wood smiles on my brow a blessing in disquised surprise

      roomy streams seem to bring new thoughts or better dreams

      blueish light that shines without a codependant green team

      we gathered hear to remain a part of our life forever saved

      looking through the waters mirror distorted reflection lost fear

      we ate a break of candy for the extra rush pushing us on

      it would eventually take us beyond the peak into the moon

      that night we camped soon in fields beside the headwater spring

      a small mountain lake that served as the stars excited bedding

      twas' there I held her irish green eye stare within the night sky

      to fold the weary storm of muscle aches and bones that cry

      we awoke that night in union like sacred sage in a vase

      some kinds of light never show their beautiful face