Jessica black hair on a lady found through a universe made up of images and words reflections of the real world hidden by self-made mists and rose-lensed glasses blinding the harsh light one lives by wondering why and when a change might be initiated I don't know I long for true artists with a sense of style and a strong sense of humanity if not morality whatever that means one like you Jessica a friend and a fellow artist with a sense of caring about people one who knows how to lift someone's spirits with a smile switch to dreams of joy and light that a lonesome warrior craves on his way to understanding today I glanced up seeing a little angel mixed with steel that seemed to say welcome my friend but watch how you handle this rose I bare thorns if you like I'll be your friend and share my talents and thoughts but don't go looking into my private place where I keep my treasures safe until I meet that perfect one along the path I walk ah my lady we'll walk a ways down an empty corridor until time finally seperates friends from close contact Jessica I respect your spirit and your special talent I'm glad we met my lady my friend Paul Vernon Deffendall June 26, 2001 RETURN TO AN IMAGE FROM KOSOVO