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The Flow of Sounds
The love we shared so long ago
Still flows thru mellow tunes;
Passion in those sounds.
Regret, and aorrow at the loss
But compensation as piano moans
The energy when we lay together
Still active thru those songs
And the essence of your existence
Hangs over me like a halo
Listening to beautiful tunes.
Tho the actual merely a dream
Caught in the flow of instruments
Brings joy thru my soul
As I sense you thru those sounds:
Tho the image fading in the distance
The glory still surrounds.
BURNED RUNES
The passionate love of long ago
Still woven thru certain tunes
Fills me with an inner heat
Marked on coloured runes
As I sit here dreaming, listening
Remembering how we burned:
The glow, like gold
White-hot, and bold
Now pulled to the surface
Thru the energy of language
To remind youof the glory
Each time we merge.
Those moments of isolated beauty
Flowing thru my soul
Live deep within the music,
Thus I'm never alone.
WHEN ECSTASY STAYS
The dial shifting, recognition of
Constant change, perpetual motion
Inside, and all around, the energy
Taking form simply to amaze.
Shifting channels reflecting moods
All to entertain the brain
While memories of my one love
Still active every day
Roaming thru the melodies
As strangers play
The power of emotions
With logic on display.
Caught in a harmony
When musicians play
A transcrip of my love for you
Listened to every day
And the ecstasy of merging Stays.
THE LURE OF LANGUAGE
The strange need for words
To draw the map of meaning
In an ever-changing world:
The multiplicity amazing,
Would love to share portions,
Listening to jazzed organ
Guitar meticulous description
When passion is pure
Reminds me of our union
Haunting every word.
The lure of language releasing
That never-ending urge.
Talking to a shadow
Heard in all directions
Thru melodious tunes:
Our love lives in the music;
Listening, your image returns.
MAGIC IN THE CONTACT
Powerful vibrations
Echo the emotions
When love was our home
Reflected in haunting tunes
And I sense you in my bones.
Tho the actual long gone
In all those sounds
The memories of our merging
Play on, filling me with wonder
Your body to have known.
And the magic in the contact
Thru rich horn roams
Kisses and caresses
Remembering how we'd joined.
Sensing that, like magnets
If too glose together, and alone
Our bodies would stick together.
The glory in dissolving as one
Flowing thru every tune.
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