The rain on the cabin windows
drifts like rinse waves in a car wash.
My fingers searching minor sevenths,
my ardent gaze the portside rail,
to see Jazna leaning there.
The summer's marbled skies spread wide
our trolling laughter buffed with spray,
her listing form against the rail.
I tune to open G where all
blues and heartaches follow when.
From sacred space her spirit falls,
a surreal vision cosmos sent.
Devolved from humid heavy mist
her blue-eyed radiance beams
in quandom pose leaning there.
With sudden suck of breath to heart,
my ebbing guitar descants play
to searing pains of her demise.
I cry out with odes and tears
to see Jazna leaning there.
thought provoking write
thought provoking write