Solandra in Granada Hills

Hold my Cup of Gold

Like a trophy

Hold my Cup of Gold

As if it's all I'll ever need

For in this place

I am not yet old

Lift the rocks

To see the world below

Marvel and listen

The song of My Tree sung

For in this place

I am still young

Trace the carvings

Cemented decades ago

And wonder where

My imprint here will go

Then say goodbye

For this is just a dream

A memory frozen

In jasmine air

Twirling barefoot in tall grass

With no wet cement immortalized

It will be as if I was never there.