Ghost of beauty comes and goes in time\'s wind that blows
a spirit smoke that flickers then fades in memory\'s open glades
fleeting sunbeams of the past, broken rays that do not last
new wonder worn by age, now a yawn on life\'s critic\'s stage
Naive virgin angel lust falls in wrinkled clouds of dust
ashes of the sun, fall as worm eaten beauty undone
peacock feathers painted bright turn gray in failing light
ravished by age\'s blight, turn to black in the night
Rough bark does hide another beauty deep inside
Strength of iron tempered in rain an uncut hard wood grain
twisted knots giving perfection hidden charm beyond detection
weathered scars marks of beauty giving shade to others your duty