By Rudy
Date: 6 January 2000

Visions of a Nameless Chic

driving to and from work
or laying in bed at home
listening to the radio
she comes to me in endless visions
a girl whose name 
I don't even know
her beauty speaks for itself
not the superficial kind
that is so often touted on 
network TV and in magazines
but the kind that radiates
from the inside out
in her eyes I see a purity of spirit
in her unsure smile I see true humility
and as I listen to songs that moan
and whine and beg for any kind of love at all
I think of my girl who isn't really mine 
but should be
and I dream awake with a smile lingering
on my lips