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November 10, 2007
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Anticipation merely a dream Caught in flowing tunes, Formal beauty swallowing All other sounds. The love I felt for you Acknowledged in song Carries the energy of our union To the end of spacetime. Alive each moment listening As art expresses joy and pain In ever-flowing harmony: While everything undergoes change That constant purity remains Flowing thru the music, Permanent imprint on the brain. MAKE THE ACTUAL GLEAM Calling in the night the horn Emotions vibrating in flowing song. The beauty when we merged still here Listening to the blending notes so clear, The outline of A Love Supreme Haunting all my dreams. To contemplate possibilities Simply chasing after fantasies Tho the urge to touch the real Just beneath the surface wails --- The loss of union now just a dream. Let's make the actual fusion gleam. Nothing lost thru gestures That feed an ancient need. LIKE MOLTEN LAVA Chasing thru my mind Your love caught in tunes. Thus every time listening I remember how you filled Playing aching beauty on the horn. This alien from a distant galaxy Taking form thru rich melodies To describe the range of passions We were willing to enchange Sits now like molten lave Waiting to explode. Tho decades Lie dormant, the embers glowing Means it's still alive in concept, Able to take form thru merged urges Sneaking out, at dawn, As I dream of our union Flowing thru every song. THAT ANCIENT BLENDING Waves of fear wash over me: The futility of fantasy When I sense our bodies merging, Haunting beauty in the horn, But never an actual contact That goes deeper than a smudge While deep in the brain cells longings Play tunes that warm the soul Remembering that ancient blending. The glory when love whole Was captured in a harmony That forever flows As I sit here listening, dreaming Of a love lost long ago Which nonetheless still vibrates With every song I know. THE DREAM OF BLENDING Forced to recognize the aging As minor pain pulses thru the veins, Periodically erupting To remind me that these dreams I indulge in whenever listening To the beauty of the horn Stem from memories of the glory When we merged as one. Now falling so far back in time I've lost you in the aging As I sit here listening to rich sounds And I feel you as a living entity Engulfing me with love's warmth. Can't let go the dream of blending So I push thru words' chords To draw you as a magnet Back to loving as of yore. HEAT-WAVES HAZE US In the heat-waves that haze us I dream that you're near As the music flows clear. That trade-off still haunting Dry tears as i listen Remembering how we shared. And the agony when pulled To the other side of the ocean Could be repaired, if you dared Venture into a commitment Made so long ago, yet still such energy Caught in awesome tunes Transfer into the actual What I yearn to re-learn. Knowing that the possibility Has faded into lonely poems Yet still the mind reaches out Thru the passion of saxophone For the warmth flooding my soul Remembering how we'd merged. REFLECTING CONNECTIONS The lonely nights linger In the haunting beauty of tunes Knowing the memories Glow under the moon Reflecting connections That live in my dreams. The glory of holding you Alive as memory's theme Expressed in flowing harmony --- And I feel you in my veins. The taste of cosmic energy Transferred thru mellow tunes Constantly in motion As love fills this room.