Jazz: Rhapsody in You (the finale)–Autumn Leaves (& impossible dreams)

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

As
I
Dwell in
The realm of
Possibility,
Inhaling dreams that my heart sings–
Sweet airs of prayers
Pulling back
The net
Of
Fall

Bred
By
Gold of
Sun in spring that bathe
In a stream burgundy like wine
After indian summer, reverb the whispered lives

Muted    by
H i s t o r y

On
This
Journey
Since freedom
Liberating words
Chosen by our silences,
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 hide or
Die beneath a veil of silence

Waning            away
Like autumn leaves…

“The impossible
Is the least”
We can
Ask
For.

[This is a revision of a piece entitled “Autumn Leaves,” originally inspired by a Russian proverb and the song of the same name, but re-inspired by quotes from Emily Dickinson, James Baldwin, and Chuck D. of Public Enemy.]