Your laughter was a melody
and I always sang along.

Now the notes are distorted
and I forgot the words to our song.

Flashes of white
Warm and beautiful.

Dancing silhouettes play quietly in the moonlight.

Lanterns flicker
Candlers whisper

Canopy of light
Casting out the night.

Dancing slow
Holding tight

Your eyes aglow
such a beautiful sight.

I take pause to breathe it in.

My heart so full
I fear I may sink

My head spinning
twirling
round and round.

This is the moment I have waited for for so many years
So many lonely nights
Suffering silently
forcing a smile.

But now that's over and you're here
and you're perfect.

This place is perfect
silhouettes dancing,
the glowing lights.  

The melody of the music
the warmth of your smile.

Happiness surrounds me
a canopy of light,
as long as I have you.

And again for the card game,
His throw kings in the fold,
Empires had forgotten them in the hastiness,
To find the familiar melody - that was lost, but  always sounds in my dreams.

And jazz is playing and tired pianist whispers something to His fingers,
And guitarist with a shy smile governs the right tone,
And music shades compose the mellifluous long dream,
Where own orchestra in the world of his dreams has been shipped.

Again I am looking for the melody that plagued in His sleep,
Yeah know not destined to hear that melody in the other sounds in reality,
That the lost harmony, that still sounds in me,
And the sheet music signs the pianist reads in the delirium.

Eyes glazed of whispers, as spectral wisps played
Upon dead wood, melody bled slowly out.

Siren of morbidity,  the departed attune to her
Rapture, Risen on white ash from above.

Frigid was her beauty as she performed, all would
Dance to the elegant tunes of deaths calling.  

Radiant glows arose and for this the wood decayed
And ash wallowed, her rhapsody faded to daylight.

All that arose wilted, no longer nourished by her calling.
Cremated on sunlight's bliss, as if they were never there

Eyes glazed of whispers, she awaits for the time of
Shadows, to play her tune of oblivion, will you stay?

Let me hear you strum my hearstrings
and let me sing the tune of your soul.
Let's create a melody,
A harmony that is you and me.

I like his confidence, that working the problem
will certainly result in better outcomes than guessing.
A rationalist who does not depend on a higher power
to direct his decisions, but who may concede,
observe, realize and accept that he lacks the data
or the skills or tools to interpret data and these
decisions he leaves to his god.
                                    But not before
thoroughly assessing the limits of his power. Guessing
before guessing is necessary makes things worse. The skills,
tools and experience are the accumulated wisdom
of earlier experts in his field.
                                    Yet each generation
of communicants must examine the assumptions
from which the mathematics, logic, science or law
was derived. Rebuild the proofs from the simplest
truths, laws, physics. Taking God's first and only words
and extrapolating correctly, getting the trajectory
right for successful take off and re-entry.
                                    And then
to explain the derivations to your students.
Until they too can care for the species and the planet,
making whole sentences, formulas and melodies
from few words, numbers, notes.

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                                              I enfold you closer to me,
                      And let you feel every melody,
That my heart produces.


Suddenly you got enervated,


                            Because of my monotonous euphony.


                                            I wonder why would you feel like that?


          When the only harmony my heart generates,

                 ~> Are the tone of the sweetness of your name,
                                 ~> And the music of your love,
                                                That carries me into the paradise land,
                  Which everyone dreams of?



      I only love you,

                                                 That's why,
                      
                        I will never mix others musical genre,
                Into the rhythm that maintains the circulation,
                                 Of love and felicity,

  
                                                                ­                            Into my life.
  



                            © Earl Jane
                              ♥ E.J.C.S.