Colors of the Wind

It is remarkable how the past seems so distant--like the colors

fading in the autumn breeze.

It all seems on the verge of change, yet again.

Jazz on Spring

The jazz twirls around our heads,

and the soft light falls on your face;

I can almost feel your smile on my lips.

As words float between us,

the heat from the wine is calming;

Won't you tell me all your secrets?

A hum of quiet laughter all around,
and the gentle beat of the bass;
Let us dance tonight, slow.

As hours seem to forget us,
our stories become entangled;
Let our lips reveal another tale.