Miles and miles

The blank sheet, tabula raza, mind fall-
is a sponge of life in this moment,
when every wisp of wind sweeps like a tide,
the flicker of a fly's wings, a fascination,
and the jazz man's horn
forms a cornucopia of vivid dreamlets;
streamlets flown in the spring's thaw of spirit,
joined to gurgling streams, mist-cloud cascades.

The world on a string of pungent thought
a thought of the woman and last night
the woman I wanted and never saw again
again the dream of a moment I would remake
the mistake that teaches the ache
of an unforgiven silence

and floating away to dream again
to re-arm for the assault of day
the challenge to be no less than to be
resist the will to shrink away, when time
spares nothing, and the race is yet won...
by the weary



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Miles Davis, Jazz Musician, and in this instance:
My Funny Valentine, and Something I dreamed Last Night
by the Miles Davis Quintet.