Melt blues into rhythms
of the night, beats
of the day. Move
into time's embrace,
for the heart hunts lonely
ever reaching with
its fingers of gentle knowing.
"Come into my arms," Love invites,
"Reach for the heartbeat of my eternal
moments. Search for my heart, my soul."
Hear its rhythms, its blues tempo,
its jazzy dance. Melt
into the night, sway past
the pulsing daylight, move into
time's embracing arms.
Let the heart hunt lonely