The Blues

The shadows wail with the bluesy tunes of Charles White,

A saxophone screams to the stars,

Crying a song to the careless night,

 

enveloped, buffeted, by the winds of sound,

I sway to the flow of  pain,

In the voice that turns my heart around,

 

That dark refrain rending purple skies,

Is a fitting soundtrack,

For the tears in my nostalgic sighs.

Advertisements

Share Your Thoughts...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s