Jazz: Rhapsody in You (Parts 1-9)

for Suite Luv

Pt. 1

I
Dream
Ad-libbed
Verses of
The look of Love. &
Your song will be immortalized
Within the musings of my own syncopated sighs.

Pt. 2

So deeply
enraptured
By the rhapsody of you am I
Wanting
to be where you are
In the chronography of life.
With hope
Even at the end of my rope
I walk in faith
That you will see me as I
See you, dream
You, as though we were
That sanctuary
I’ve been longing to discover.

Pt. 3

In
Search
Of rare
Beauty, I
Dig of you in grooves
That go bang! zoom, “how high the moon”

In
A
Portrait
Of blue notes
& drum strokes painted
In the solos of tone poets

On
A
Canvas
Of stardust
& midnight silence
Autographed by nocturnal eyes.

Pt. 4 — Noises, Sounds & Sweet Airs

There
Is
An art
To noises,
Mere music of
The mind with only
The clock of my heart to pilot
Through the labyrinths of life & labours of sweet love

With
Its
Own sounds
& sweet airs
Intrinsically caught
Just between something & nothing
Calling me to your heartbeat forever fused with time

In
The
Sanctum
Of embrace
When mine eyes meet thine.

Pt. 5 — Till 2morrow

& till 2morrow comes (though not promised)
Singin hello, haven’t I seen you
Before? with poetry as its
Instrument, whistlin away
The dark with the sunrise
Right out of nowhere
Right through them there
Quiet eyes
I’ll still
Dream

Of walkin through the open door of your
Heart, so glad to hear the jazz in you,
Elated by syncopated
Time signatures that sing your
Body electric. you
Are music that speaks
When words can’t reach
Me, so much
More than
Friends.

Pt. 6 — Where Heaven Meets The Earth

as
I
chase fate
down pavements
framed in golden rays

the
sun
strums strings
of tattered
clouds walking on air

in
tune
to skies
reflecting
onto seas that deem:

the horizon is a masterpiece.

Pt. 7 — Love in Pursuit of Happiness

Love is Happiness
As Al Green sings, “Glad you’re mine”
Whether I’m with you

Or not. It is a right now
Spawn-taneous from here

On out kinda thing.
Because sooner than love ends
Another begins.

& once again, poetry
Is the mistress of my heart.

Love asks for nothing
In pursuit of happiness
Till I have found you.

Pt. 8 — Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark

Heading east of the full moon
Night catches us
Like a dreamcatcher, in a loom
Of silken spontaneity
Basking
In the cosmic river’s invitation
To temptation
Amidst its
Voyeurs
For night has a thousand eyes
Studying the steps
Of shadowdancers
Whose amalgamation of movements
Is a prosaic mosaic orchestration of maneuvers
So seductively conducted
By the dark.

Pt. 9 — The Shape of My Heart

The
Shape
Of my
Heart is contoured
To the secret geometry of stars

As Earth tunes her timbre to the black gold
Of Sol (& the
Cow still jumps
over
the

moon).
Meanwhile
Electric
Music of the
Muses stirs the champagne supernova

In
The sky
Breathing dreams
That rather than
Die, swim back to the sea of forever.

Just listen as they mimic the hands of time
In sync with God
The cosmos
& my
Soul.