The one in the tunnels who hides his face,
Walks their path with streaming grace.
He stills my heart with words of choice,
His purring, deep and sensuous voice

His golden halo and face that shines,
Etched in my memory for all times.
His stride of honor, His wisdom bright,
His tender love touched heart just right.

In cloak of night his features hide,
Such beauty should be worn with pride.
Should walk above for all to see,
This man who craves serenity.

Our world is damned, of this I'm sure,
Their hearts are dark, their minds not pure.
Let he who has more beauty than all,
Cast accusations that he might fall.

But first you search his heart of gold,
You'll see my race has grown so cold.
Who are my people to contest
The difference in the way he's dressed?

His blood is red; his heart is pure,
The worlds new race, Who knows for sure?

Darlene
Aug~1~ 1989

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