soulstice souliloquy for lost soulmate, with coltrane

sits with sips, wine
scriptures long into this
longest night, supreme. a love
affair with solitude,
a saxophonic soliloquy
as each swallow follows
afloat on thoughts. of her,
a passion laughter, her bluesies,
that blues ease, sky eyes
when she was inside, yet
never left even after we said
goodbye. as memories drain
from an uncorked bottle, evidential
remains, as stains on my lips
purple my heart.

love never dies, does it?

now then, rain, what do you
want? growing, as green waves,
greening this world. rapping
on wet windows, breath
as fog and night is long
getting longer. the sun
is only a rumor these days.

and love is supreme, immortal.

not that reminders are needed.
i have my thots trained
in the element of surprise.
surprised? i am a book of shadows
writ large under the light
of a lover's day, her moonlight.
i am eclipsed by nostalgia, if
only because my heart reflects
a cluster of light, starry nights
twinkling of her eyes
and i crossed the galaxy
just to taste that sunlit sugar.

anchors aweigh! i am
forever a novice at sea,
for all my talk of sea depth
of knowledge, i only know
my heart sailed away with her,
her anchor away
somewhere deep inside.

love never dies? what
do i know of love, or
death?

another sip, swallowing memories,
swathed in blues. but on jazz
my brain waves at a receding
shore. all those heartbreaks, yet room
for more to love. so much more.

some things never die.
so i feed sunlight to the sunlight.
demons are beautifully kissed,
the night is long
getting longer,
and still i linger
at the edge of wine sentience,
a life sentence.
the scripture reads:
let's drink to life and love,
let us die with that knowledge.