Songs About Jenny

As he awoke, he sensed a level of energy and vitality that he hadn’t felt in many years. He opened his eyes and as the fog lifted, he saw her at a distance. She was so beautiful and smiling so brightly, with a blazing twinkle in her eye that outshone the modest crown upon her head. She was wearing a glistening silken brown gown that covered her from head to toe. It gathered tightly at the waist to reveal the curve of her hips and her full breasts. Her curly, long, honey-blond multi-toned hair cascaded over her shoulders and framed her beautiful ivory-white face. Her eyes, Lord, how beautiful. Every other beautiful aspect of her paled in comparison to her big, deep hazel-brown eyes. They seemed even larger and more beautiful than he remembered them. As a young man, it was those eyes that had first drawn him to her. As he came to know her, he quickly realized the beauty of her eyes was merely a weak reflection of the beauty of her soul. It had been so easy to dedicate his entire life to her. From the moment they first met, he did not once doubt that she was the one. Sadly, though, he had not always shown it. She laughed and spoke. The timing may have been mere coincidence, but it broke him out of the negative direction of his last thought. Her voice wasn’t deep, but deeper than expected from such a thin and petite person. “I love you,” she said. “Those other things don’t matter anymore. They never really did.” His heart filled with emotion, and he took a step forward, overcome with the desire to take her up in his arms. She gently lifted her hand, palm forward to stop him, the beauty of her smile and the love of her gaze unchanging. “I want that more than anything as well, but some other things must come first and, until they are done, we cannot come together.” “I don’t understand.” He stopped short, confused. “Well, for one, look at me.” She lifted her arms and looked down at her body. “I know you always thought I was pretty, but, come on, I never looked this good!” He responded by looking at himself for the first time. Through his gown, he could see that his body was, well, chiseled. He felt his full head of dark brown hair. There was no crown upon it, but that was right and just. He was with her again, and content to remain beside her in her glory. He smiled and laughed in return, “What about you, young lady? I don’t look anything like the old man back there in that hospital room. I think we’re both looking at each other through rose-colored glasses!” Her smile became even larger. “You looked more like this back there than you think, in the ways that matter. And we don’t look like this to each other because of lust, as you seem to think. You see, I look this way now because in my mind this was always the perfect me.” “So, I don’t have six-pack abs and ripped biceps because that is what you want to see, but because I am vain?” “No, it’s not vanity either. It’s the good thing that vanity wants to be before it takes a wrong turn in the mind. You see, we all have an image of human perfection and we all desire to be perfect, and there is nothing wrong with that desire. It only becomes wrong if we act upon it imperfectly, or if we treat someone else badly because they do not live up to our image of perfection. Here,” She gestured and looked around, “material things have no influence. What we present as our appearance to others is a projection from our minds, based on our ideal of perfection.” He looked around and took his gaze off her for the first time. There was light everywhere, but it seemed to have no source. Other than the two of them, there were no distinct shapes, except for a brick wall running at an angle off to her left. The wall was imposing, about twelve feet high. Although it had a distinct dimension that he could make out, he also knew that there was no way to walk around it or climb over it to see the other side. Even if she were not here, he would not think of this as a bad place. It seemed in all respects very good, just not very distinct, nor very full of very good things. “So, the way we see each other is not. . . real?” He struggled to find that right last word.