Jazz: Rhapsody in You (Pt. 18)–Autumn Leaves

for the voices of the unheard

“The fall of a leaf is a whisper to the living.”
–Russian Proverb

As
I
Inhale
Dreams, my heart
Sings sweet airs of prayers
Pulling back the nebulous net
Of autumn bred by golden sunbeams of spring that bathe

In
A
Stream
Burgundy

Like
Wine
After
Indian
Summer, echoing
Wails of lives lifting every voice

To
sing,
Sing, sing!
On this road
Since liberation
Words freed from indifferences
Of friends, because “freedom of speech is freedom or death”

&
If
We must
Perish, let
It be by the sword
Of our own tongues. this is our time

To
Shine
Like sons
& daughters
Of the light, rather
Than die beneath a veil of silence.