3442. NOT ALWAYS GOOD

NOT ALWAYS GOOD

The trumpet notes are coloring your face,

and I want to watch  -  the transformations

are startling to see. Love and affection

somehow, in this crazy candlelight,

bring forth so much more : we harbor

thoughts of each other that tremble

the very recesses of heart and soul.

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There's always a certain magic in the

idea of self-generated feelings. Not

always good, we construct images

and figments by which we then find

ourselves living and in dedication to.

No meanings really, just feelings.

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Someone once wrote about the

'eternal validity of the soul.' I do

suppose the case should be made :

'we live forever'  -  or some part

of us does. The part that now

touches you; the part the

lives now, on and on

forever, within me.

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Once more, the candlelight

dances your face alive. The

the trumpet man, blaring,

brings new light and hue

to the very face of you.