the winter of life
or just the last few seconds
when death flashes by
necromantic hesitation
will I flee
what I fear
will I wake
september ensues
on the trail of november
the trials of december
folding time in to
dusty corners
on the edge of forever
falling
flying
on the wings of Coltrane
Chim Chimeree
The Trane comes in
at the end Tyner's piano
and for a moment
reaches into the sublime
walks on water
knowing bliss
or just imagined
through him
in Him
or just the last few seconds
of 2006
will I flee
what I fear
will I wake
1 comment:
I like this poetic side of you Rodger. Like your solos there is art passion recognition excellence joy - a profound reach with the right words...
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