Treasure Island

Kevin East

(22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

All That Jazz


I thought they were over.
All those lonely years.
Souls rolling in clover.
Until the mirage disappears.
Now I kiss the moon adieu.
As on my window pane
Run the tears of rain.
And music
Ascends in blue.

All that jazz
Plays back to me
As we danced
And kissed with urgency.
These memories stab
As they fly.
Oh God
Who wouldn't cry.

I thought I was your lover.
After all my scars had healed.
Never knew
I would recover.
Until your beauty was revealed.
You rescued me my dear.
Shipwrecked
And trembling.

Now all That jazz I hear.
Played back to me.
Cruelly assembling
A mental picture
In a frame.
Of you and I,
Waving goodbye
To a love I couldn't tame.
Oh God
Who wouldn't cry.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

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