Jazz Memory
A sweet blue light
Riding the high notes
Coming at me, delighted,
Wanting to play wild
And rest peaceful.
I reach out to touch tease it,
To please it,
To gentle it down with
Kisses on the forehead,
To hold it near and dearly.
But it slides away into
That was then,
And this is now.
And it takes another soft light
Coming in grounded on bass notes,
Wanting to calm care comfort
Wanting to hold me near and dearly,
Wanting to remind me
What was then
Will always be in now.
-- meganthemegan 11/7/2006
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