<@> The Poetess & The Saxophone <@>

Temporarily from a cave,
a naturally blown horn
makes an enddless sound
listening to itself
permanently
wound-up in around
exhalations of breath
blown like the wind come
to heal the soul's wounds
at a time when words would
be too much for a keyboard.

While either ear waits to hear
A twinkling star chime
For the Seventh time
For Seven Seraphim's to come
Knock knock knocking
On Haven's Heart.
For me to hear while I wait
With a : flowerforyou : in my hand
& a saxophone too
Hung by the loving arms of Natural Mystic
Imagined to be the sling around my neck.





Authors Notes/Credits & other Mingled-Up Stuff

SubTitled: & A Saxophone Too

Musical Backdrop During Composition: Bob Marley & The Wailers: Natural Mystic; & Millie Jackson: Loving Arms

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkndVzfOeRc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xbpCvV9dAs

Imagery, Grammar & Spelling: Poetic Licence Taken

Dedicated to a special friend.

May I decorate your cave with feathers
and etch heiroglyphic friends on the walls
in the tradition of all cave dwellers?
Or is this a man cave?

Awesome poem.

decorated it is

Love