To Blue Waves

Have I ever forgotten the ocean in your eyes? Blue waves, your soft determined touch has delicately, beautifully, turned time into arpeggios. Allusive Allen, as I call him reclusive and exclusive, a man who speaks to few. A man so true. The only man I know! Anyone else is a still a boy. Curious, yet children nonetheless. No, but not him. Age runs through his beard, his stern mind, his aching back. What is it I lack? That can’t mend his every sadness? I will massage his words and hands when they ache. I will stand aside as the notes bend and break. And when his made up his mind on the perfect sound, I’ll bring poetry and tea and listen along to music so profound.