The Virgin

She went off to the city
 To find what she was looking for
 To identify, to really try
 To find herself some hope
 With the summer sun for laughing
 And the winter rain did pour
 She was lovelier from learning
 And from living, loving more
 From her dancing love and young soul
 And the gypsies in her dream
 To the pulse of stark acceptance
 When the winds began to freeze
 With no curfews left to hold her
 And no walls to shield her pain
 Finding out that facts were older
 And that life forms are insane.
 The presence of protection seemed
 To fade, as did her doubt
 That she now was no exception
 Nor was the love who pushed her out
 Though the streets cried out,
 Go, homesick
 Virtues strength of mind would ring
 In the maladies of meaning
 The sad song she learned to sing.
 Now, her teachers and philosophers
 And the poet's silver throat
 Are the vessels which on wisdom's karmic ocean she will float.
 Was this her revolution,
 Just a child in love's crusade,
 With the question in her innocence
 Through the lies her eyes betrayed?