Illogical Paradox

The night air flapping in the breeze,
The stars a quilt upon the sky
The jazz that flips and flows with ease
Your words, like careless sparrows, fly

You toss them lightly, one by one:
A glowing light, a shining sun
A ladybug, a butterfly
A symphony, a lullaby.

But I’m attentive and alert,
And much more kind than you deserve
Your glance alone is worth the hurt;
I’m here to listen and to serve.

Your music takes my breath away
And brings me close to you at last
But now night flees to welcome day;
My love is fading, fading fast.

The music sings on broken strings;
A trumpet’s voice cries to the skies
The final note is struck and rings,
And wavers gently as it dies.

I wrote this ages ago and then forgot about it. I was cleaning out my flash drive and found it…so here it is.

My mind tells itself to think of something
You might ever want to hear,
Yet fails to heed its own advice
And leaves me speechless, dumb and mute

My eyes must seem too searching
And my hands, too quick to reassure
Do my fingertips betray me?
Or does my quiet voice give me away?

You, in a crowd, the golden child
I see you there from miles away
Your eyes, your lips, your hands, your eyes again;
It’s true I have an eagle’s sight

You, in a crowd, the lonely child
So many strive to breathe for you
You’ve had so many ghosts and memories
Yet only I have ever known your truth.