A breath sweet like a jazz note on the sax
fresh free flowing without any
I write with eyes shut like a dream
dream of something better than this old life
play a sweet melody for new beginnings
the notes on a page
Time to grow up
learn to lie
Bitter notes break the river of innocence.
There are the notes
of my song.
Beginnings seem fresh and new
But every blue night turns to morning,
each note another closer to the end.
What a beauteous graduation into the next chapter of the heart.
Lose your soul
not your promises.
I write with no end in sight