Scirocco from Angels' Abacus by Emily Bezar

boys with their bubbles, a llama
the hillside shudders with each plane
that batters the sky
trees bear no fruit here
the fragrant primeval passed by
ladders hung out on the hazy horizon
floating like Corsica somewhere in time
sail me away from this grey pantomime

blue the afternoon
the straw in the breezes
the shapely, elegant
and crazy wives
drain back to white
when all the color freezes
someone smoke the bees
out of their hives

he said "no one will wait
if you stop your believing,
they'll leave you to soak in
your salt and your brine"
well I gave him the last branch
but the last winter olive is mine

blue the afternoon
the straw in the breezes
the shapely, elegant
and crazy wives
drain back to white
when all the color freezes
someone smoke the bees
out of their hives

and oh I feel you
now and then with my
shadow hand
oh our hourglass waits
for rain to bring
new sand

• Jazz
• Jazz Fusion
• electronic
• opera
• progressive rock
• singer-songwriter
• United States