Chasing the same dream for decades
Can't dim the glow we shared:
It was transferred into music
And I sense you in those sounds
Flowing thru the atmosphere.
The glory in shared passions
Made pure, ring clear
As I listen to the sax, remembering
The days I heard your version
Playing in my livingroom
Still astounds all the brain cells
Wishing you were here to share
But nothing I can offer as lure.
Poems map the pathway in the abstract.
Needs your willingness to flare
Bright enuf to ignite the union
Still smoldering in the atmosphere.
TO SHARE THE NEED
Sept. shift as days shorten
Under the spray of dead leaves
Falling as rain descends in torrents
While I indoors, on my knees
Thankful for the memories
Awakened by the melodies
That pave the way to harmony
Recalling how we shared that need
Echoes of which still follow me
The richness of those sounds the key
That frees our love from the shackles ---
The actual slapped on our needs
Which pulled you far from me.
The Ben Webster beat
So mellow and sweet
The sense of rubbed skin
Letting you in
Thru the flow of rich tunes
That re-activate ancient runes.
The full range of passions shared
Transferrred thru poems, dared
Expression of feelings running deep
Wishing the actual to meet;
To melt in the heat of our embrace
Felt as I wander thru space
Remembering the glory when as one
Reflected in every tune.
Release of emotions thru harmony
Creates avenues into memory
When I watched you play the horn
Echoes of which still roam
Thru air currents humming tunes
As the CD spins thru this room
And I sense you vibrating all around
Filling me with rich beauty
As the sax recalls our passion
In fine detail absorbing all.
Played thru every CD-daydream
Still a possibility in my brain
Remembering how you held me
Images overwhelming me again.