Guitar Angel

One day in Golden Gate Park
Santana was playing a free concert
I saw my angel dancing gaily
in a long white flowing skirt

Dangling from her swan like neck
long strings of brightly colored beads
Oye Como Va
twirling circles endlessly

To the beat of Afro-Cuban rhythms
she kept an impossible pace
Flowing hair and colorful beads
encircling her radiant face

I picked a wildflower
from a nearby field growing
Would she wear it in her hair?
I was helplessly hoping

I approached quite slowly
adoration plainly showing
Her piercing blue eyes knowing
angelic aura glowing

Behind her ear she put my flower
I looked longingly into her lovely face
As the beat of the music grew slower
we came together in a dancing embrace

I held my angel so tightly
my heart fluttered with love’s pang
Carlos’ guitar sang Samba Pa Ti
yin matched perfectly with yang

Summer of Love photo by Robert Altman