Published since 2005
Alone with yourself
That's when it happens
That feelin' that comes stealin'
and goes right on down to your shoes
One of those Harlem nocturnes
Some foggy lullaby all full of sapphire and indigo
Of course there are the happier shades
Powder and peacock, turquoise and sky
But we speak here of those melodies of midnight hue
They seep in like the mist
a thief in the night
leaving you yearning
tossing and turning
with a heart full of blue
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