turn out all of the lights
we were in the mountains with best friends from childhood
snowy trails with horses & warm houses.
amethyst is a common butter the color of hemlocks, the stare of indigo locks
my violin is safe
afresh a bell a fresh, time is more dangerous in the folds of summertime.
experience forgives as the flow accepts
sticky ego steeps
where my head laid basked still, into the taste of it.
If grace were glass plants underwater I
have an idea to love again
resentments they let go of us
bliss me naked in your service.
black painted blue authority in gold
the chord becomes broken unraveled in rays
cut stretched between notes
forgiveness a daily act
a boom box in the rain, nodding harmony blended beats
open masks curved running the lines of a genius
the sensuality of a beast.
the sax has decided to be the proper instrument for your dilemma
much pleasant sounds come from it
a big wooden chest gift in yellow sunflowers the proof of us
the song makers of rolled notes
falling black fulcrums, double shadowed and inverted
the color of plasm
backpacking trips together through landscapes of red mesa
falling towards one
another, lucky flowers a one-time beast
do you remember the listened night of a good song.
kits, blend, bit, brilliant,
some words are irrelevant,
some are unspoken, afresh a bell a fresh.