I say to you: I'm not blue.
I accept what life has dealt
though it may have felt
a bit unfair, here and there.
I don't care. It's alright,
the flow of time, day and night,
seasons turning pages
even though it ages me.
I'm not too blind to see.
I know I'm going to die, I know why,
I know why it's necessary
for the living to bury the dead -
that being said, being still alive,
surfing through this shuck and jive,
it would still be nice, once or twice,
more than once in a blue moon
to spoon in June with someone who makes me swoon;
to follow the urge to merge, and surge in unity,
to love and be loved with impunity,
to find a warm fold in the cold of eternity,
though it seems harder ion these days of modernity,
it is still worthwhile to love, to form
ourselves around each other, hand in glove, warmer
than we are alone, on our own.
For it would be too sad to never
want to stay together forever
and weather whatever
life throws at you when it blows at you.
Or failing that at least to taste
the goddess and kiss her face
worship the incarnation of her
underneath the cover
trying to discover the truth
the true blue juice of youth
essence of our power
in the hour we flower
no longer separate
in the moment before we evaporate -
It's not too late - we evaporate
like raindrops on a hot sidewalk.
Our life is vanishing as we talk.
Jon's Blue Note, Fort Collins
October 15, 2002