Give her roses for each
note she sings. When the blues are black, she brings melody to the night
and jazz to the song. Promises remembered from the good times past,
tonight she sings to the be-bop blast. From Ella and Billie, echoes
from the heart, to Dizzy and Bird, each one plays their part. Brush
kissed cymbals and walking bass, Ellen's tune keeping pace. She sings
it scat, she sings it sweet, Ellen's tune, a jazzman's treat.
"BEAST IN THE DESERT"
In the white sand
of the furthest desert
the Beast sees
a white cactus rose
that leaves him shivering
in the Sun
He is caged
No one gives him
food or water
He forgets the light
Forgets to love
That the unfelt is death
He watches his breath
His anger changes
to tenderness
The cage is empty
"HERMIT HOME"
A hermit watches the seasons
Sees the tides change in the river
Watches the moon phases
Welcomes the creatures to his door
His seclusion is broken as he sends
a wood fire beacon to the migrating
geese returning form the North
He is Holy and speaks Gregorian
he is the keeper of
the wisdom
hidden away in
the twentith century
Yeats and
Keats sing in his heart
The
Beast is tamed
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