The sun sets

Like a setting sun

The moon wanes like it had never begun.

The dreams of others are full of mystery.

My own are aspirational

When I remember them.

Some shed light

Glimmers of hope

Some are shafts of illumination

Some hang in the air

Suspended by stars.

The relationship between Venus and Mars is quite alien.

It's good to be grounded.

Yet we wish to elevate beyond the veils.

as

Strict rhythms

Dancing back and forth

Breaking now and then

As the melody plays

Up

Down

Inside

And out

Ascending upwards with an agenda

Yet to be revealed.

The detail is never wrong even if its different every time its played.

For there are no mistakes in Jazz if you reach a place that is new. For it's the discovery that opens other doors.

yes other doors

I am a Rambling poet

Who just keeps on talking

Some times I have little to tell, other times i throw in thoughtful rides from my mind.

Sharing the inspiration

that will unwind.

Others will often make you hang on to every word.

Casting their magic spell.

And as I ramble

with my story to tell I make

sure I draw from that illuminated well.