For Chris Webster of Mumbo Gumbo
Soulfully sad and gentle eyes gaze down toward the floor…
reading nonexistent memories of loves and lives Shakespearian
penned now in subtle harmonies
to several minor chords
You see the corner of a pouting lip gives her ruse away
it breaks the plane of hopefulness
curling up to meet my gaze
and tells me she is happy here… keeping pain at bay
Her tousled hair and hippie face I’ve been with…
been with somewhere, somewhere once before.
The glint that rises from her eye
gives rise to so much more
She lifts her head and stares at me
and so begins to sing
and fills my soul vivaciously
with love, with life… with each and every little thing
Would that paint flow from my brush
as lyrics off her lips.
then would I be satisfied…
and very, very rich!
G. Thomas Edwards