Jazz: Rhapsody in You (Pt. 18, the finale) — Autumn Leaves (& impossible dreams) {revision}

“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
Golden
Spring sunbeams that bathe
In a stream burgundy like wine
After indian summer, reverb whispered wails

Of
Lives
That sing,
Sing, sing! though
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
Wane beneath a veil of silence

Dwindling
Like autumn leaves…

“The impossible
Is the least”
We can
Pray
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.]