From the files of the Ineffable Mr. Jones
Songs to sing!
We danced in meadows, spring..
We were light.. Like seeds in the air
Clouds in the sky
Wishes in a heart… but WHY?!
Why does love end? Where does the definition of such things begin?
Where does the analytical, transcendental, accidental traveler of love’s arduous voyage begin and end?
Seeds in the wind.
Blowing from here to there, to nowhere.
Mostly, just into you… about you.. around you.
That was the destination of all that is true.. me and you.
You were the reason of the season
The how and the why the blooming of the flowers opened to our sighs
We were breath to the trees
An Ecstatic cacophony of ecstasy!
Why does love end?
Muscles need mending..
Seasons come to freeze and allow for resting.
Covered in frozen life a million original faces lying
In a frozen crowd Waiting
To melt and flood and begin again….
We were right…
We were everything.
Fields of green rolling skin
Fingers stretched dancing in the wind
Fresh buds are bursting
Through the soil lurching,
Awkward limbs of adolescence…
New birth and chance of love
In the spring of renovation…