Pamela (A ghost story. Voice, guitar with realtime looping, drum machine, 2006)

PAMELA
© Copyright 2006 by Gary Lee Joyner

I spent the night on the avenue
Walking with a ghost
Past the hotel, her summer home
Where I remember most
Of every night on a foldout bed
Shirts thrown on the floor
Beating music from her gut guitar
So small and frail she looked like a boy

There were no flaws on her body
There were no scars on her soul
Eyes like Eve, but she walked like the Lord
Eyes like Mary, she floated like a Lord
Come the dawn, comes the word
Sweet message, just out of reach
Comes a whisper under a veil
I can't make it out. I can't make it out.

She loved to lay her head on my shoulder
Looking thoughtfully away
There was something in the air, the perfume in her hair
The light on in her skin, something…

How come all these people riding a pure light beam beyond time
All look alike
And tell me, Ms. Ghost, on the second day of eternity
Did you have any regrets
How can I criticize the dream in your eye
With an obsession in my own
I knew we were beautiful
I thought that meant we could never be touched