Bleak Hills

The bleak hills are treacherous

What they mean is not clear, and I follow in fear

Of missing a beauty or forgetting a song

I cannot enjoy what I never enjoy

And when cheeky it acts, I have to react

With a swinging of hips or a licking of lips

And twenty minutes know all my worth

They cannot contain it, never in verse

But in spiralling contructions of ice

Into the open jowls of jazz

All else is fading, the piano is raging

And melody fails to fight back

(Jazz from the sky, and not from the streets)

Away from jazz and into the dawn of the down right

Avant guarde

Melody fights back

I ask you; if this were the case

and my pulse not accelerated, and my heart doesn't race

then why do I see above those bleak hills of yours

Sky from blue to green

Weather from fair to mean

We tumble, and lose ourselves

A different bird will sing

A different rain she will bring

The rain of rebirth, heavy and terrifying