thinking of Jerry, while
listening to a bootleg
light...
which shines so pure
and bright, or
light which binds
to
form the night,
of these we choose
to guide our way,
down daily paths
off
which we stray;
A paradox of Black and White
of Heaven and Hell
of Dark
and Light;
So pure,
so bright can such light be,
that blinded eyes
no
more can see;
Thus eyes that burn
need shy away,
and rest upon
a touch
of Gray.
t s mapes
copyright 1996
"forever Grateful......"
(photo of Jerry borrowed from a Dead newsgroup)