Red Sails in the Sunset
how I coined the phrase that marks your memory
deep red ink in my book of poetry
This isn't goodbye
This is acknowledging a faulty compass that led me to your shore
Where I lingered too long
losing sight of what was real.
You were
ever so briefly
just a mirage not meant to last
that did not last.
Boldly, proudly, I wrote how
I am all the more
fully realized for recognizing so
for stepping through and closing that door.
Meekly and weakly, stumbling over supposedly burnt bridges
Drawing blood on pale silks,
skinned knees and torn up palms
I'd still crawl over the mess
bewitched by your charms
and crawl back to your mirage.
Each page, red ink, a different story, a different version
2.0 was lost long ago and replaced, again and again and again
Funny how the saved feature erases or adds on
As I'll save another you as another note in my memory book.
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Lingering Jazz
I knew once the intoxicating taste of jazz
so sweet on a humid august afternoon
ever so briefly the moment crescendos...
where do you go?
in that moment before breath dawns into the breaking of a sound
so beautiful
bounding down a roadway racing with angels I'll never pretend to understand
where do you go
in that moment when you close your eyes
so briefly
as your face reveals the vision that you put into your music
so where do you go?
on towards the path that is your destiny...
music is so predictable
after this much of human history
nothing is original
it's all soul related
each stanza a forgotten memory
You're nothing new
just a reconstructed version 4.0 of something done once before
then why is it
that the melody of you
strikes a chord in me?
maybe we were once combined together in a prelude...
Red Sails in the Sunset
I know this is goodbye
the taste of passion is erased from my memory
replaced by a word and an image of you
destiny led me to you once
if the fates so desire
we shall meet again
still
I can taste that lingering jazz...
Published:
The Mill. Baldwin-Wallace College.
2005 edition.
