Echoing off canyon walls, reverberating down bright-lit halls
Every sound of Jenny's laughter with her ambience chasing after,
Flowing past her attributes of desire, sparked by St. Elmo's Fire
Atop the billowing mast of her ship of dreams, free at last....
Throwing her arms open wide, across the floor I see her glide
Feeling every scintilla of being free, her aura overcoming me,
I am busily lost in her face as each tiny crinkle I slowly trace
Mentally photographing her eyes, for it is there her spirit lies....
Safely aboard the ship of dreams, written in numberless reams
All words of softness redolent, all words of virtue Heaven sent
Waves undulate and rock the ship as it slides slowly from its slip
Heading set for Heaven wide where Jenny's angel friends reside....
Heaven yclept, beyond all doubt, and upon the wind a shout
Of disparate voices singing praise as they weave into a phrase
An accolade in woven gold in letters small and letters bold
All known things of Jenny fine, Olympian goddess of mine...
Atop white steed, saddle cinched, mien steadfast, joy entrenched
She rides the cloud-top crest of all that's beautiful and best
Among goddesses, transcended, slowing as her journey ended
In her world of dreams where she reigns ecstatically supreme......
