Like the rainbow shooting out of the horizon:
a whole palette of colours emerges,
carrying in her wings,
all the embers
of the late monsoon -
a side glance, bass strummed of the heart;
Her dimpled smile, drumbeat, missed.
brass, sax, crossing paths,
leaping on a trampoline,
the ***** shrill.
O my towering folly, that
stands mourning like a lighthouse
with the gulls by the rough sea.
All the tones come alive hidden
in this song that like amber
held a slice of that time
in her depths,
screen covered in mist, as now a car pulls over:
clearing it as in a Mandarin Ai, a hut
and some jagged lines: glimpses,
of that dimpled smile -
and a whole jazz band comes alive.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Like the rainbow shooting out of the horizon:
a whole palette of colours emerges,
carrying in her wings,
all the embers
of the late monsoon -
a side glance, bass strummed of the heart;
Her dimpled smile, drumbeat, missed.
brass, sax, crossing paths,
leaping on a trampoline,
the ***** shrill.
O my towering folly, that
stands mourning like a lighthouse
with the gulls by the rough sea.
All the tones come alive hidden
in this song that like amber
held a slice of that time
in her depths,
screen covered in mist, as now a car pulls over:
clearing it as in a Mandarin Ai, a hut
and some jagged lines: glimpses,
of that dimpled smile -
and a whole jazz band comes alive.
how songs capture the mood of a time...and how playing them back brings those days alive to us...
Ai is Mandarin for 'love' : http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E6%84%9B
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