The dancing fields had one wondering
about the sensational vibration
of the inevitable,
insatiable like the dripping of caramel.
a trilogy awaiting
for its’ premier, a rhapsody of love.
Rolling stones of raining vibrations, pounding
like the meteoroids landing on your front steps,
amazingly awestruck by nature’s reminding of its
power at play.
Just like jazz at the Lincoln Center, romancing you
on lullabies of keys of the piano and bass; moved
and caressed by its seductive notes.
The Blue Note, on a summer’s night at the Hudson,
a trilogy perfumed the air as hands clasp for an evening
of bliss.
Poetry in motion, while the lotus reminded you of the
treasures of time, of the power of red. Let go, and
allow your soul to escape in the rapture of soul cleansing.
A sacred walk of essence that empowers, restores
the heart of the aching, and heals it with the wind chimes and
sound therapy of jazz that invokes what is never told or seen.
It was more potent than an infatuation; it was an invocation of
sacred initiation that can only be demonstrated by the lyrics of
notes of jazz.
Eyes closed, lips sealed, as hearts, eyes, and souls opened like the Atlantic Ocean, expanded like the Amazon, and rose like the Statue of Liberty, which lamented the power that the rhythm of music can have on the soul.
As the keys reverberated, one fell deep in the night, and enjoyed the
splendors of life, as one sipped on wine to leave the unnecessary to slip away, like the sailing boat on the East River found its way into the blissful treasures of a journey that only be summed up in one word; goodbye. It may not touch many, but its indentation slithered like a slow wine that reminds you of your hangover tomorrow morning.
But, it was pleasurable as it forever left its mark on your soul.
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