The Jazz of You

a stormfall of raindrops talks to my windowpane of

majestic melodies and natural symphonies,

the jazz of you.

miles in your eyes, sarah in your smile;

my heart hears the coltrane in your walk.

clouds dance shadows across us while

falling leaves, their colors shining,

hug our feet as we stroll

and sing to me about thoughts of you.

your music touches me,

warms a heart made cold long ago.

throbbing bass, sweet sax,

the motions of love in air

and the cracking of ice as champagne maintains;

a love supreme in the nearness of you.

i soul dance to this music,

the monk in your voice, the grover on your lips,

as candlelight shines in the darkness.

all we have is right now

but your sweet song promises so much more,

so many tomorrows for us to dream of

as this peaceful melody lulls us into

a sentimental mood

and warms us from winter’s chill.

Cornerstone Reality

"You say you wanna go so we can both be free" -W/As My Girl, Maxwell 


I was cold within, without you, on that forgotten eve, by that lonely lake
As I reflected. And the water reflected the moonlight such that I could almost mistake
Silver light for icy rime, in the waves and my soul; and though not likely in that clime,
Somewhat more plausible than my wasted effort to stop your heart's retreat from mine.
Though, even after this space of time, sure I am that had I decided, heavyhearted, to go wading,
Instead of standing alone on that twilit Autumn/Winter shore lonely, longing, waiting,
Cold for want of Lost-Love's warming embrace, and had lost myself- dark frigid water enlaced-
Then, in that moment, would have been no more or less frozen than since I last kissed your face.

NeverSummerNights

On these never-summer nights, when the air of my life

Forms clouds that hover about me,

I raise my arms to distant chips of bitter ice knowing only

That somewhere, under this uncordial mantle, you are;

Even though those dark, sweet hours when it was

Your hand that I held by this very frosted moon are forever lost.

My soul is one with this winter night.

This ice that kisses me when the wind blows is enough,

It burns my shadowed face like your kisses never will again.

But still, my tears should not freeze to my face-

Each day I spend without you is cold enough without the mockery of winter.

So I lay me down, under a diamond blanket, to rest at last

Wondering now and ever more, by what storm came you here.