Jazz in the darkness

Far beyond midnight
my lover listens to jazz.
She lies against me,
warm, solid, reassuring.
The notes are stealing dreaming time.

Jazz in the darkness.
The music seduces,
the notes thieving panic,
transposing terrors from the wilderness,
and revealing them as music.

Awake in the dark,
day’s stark, pure, certainties
are soaked in music,
relinquishing, loosening,
releasing my mind to sleep.

Sandra Renew

© Sandra Renew 2014, all rights reserved.

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