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.
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