It was the summer of ‘69 I first saw her
from across a deep pool of river water
where I was resting after a morning swim

She was perched atop a rock tower
in her golden brown hair she wore wildflowers
she stood at the edge as if to jump in

High on the cliff she took no notice of me
down below I watched from under a tree
as she removed her blouse then her jeans

She looked down so proudly
at God’s gift of a perfect body
tanned all over so firm and lean

She leapt off the cliff in a graceful dive
like a winged angel from my dreams come alive
emerged with water streaming off glistening skin

Then I lost her as if awakened from a dream
only the wildflowers left floating in the stream
hopeless adoration for my angel there to begin