Isolated Jester
When days have no meaning
They run end to end,
Stylistic abortion,
an end to begin.
Walls behind curtains –
Doorways to pain,
Neon paths to nightlife,
shine dull in the rain.
Laughter from a woman,
Rings in the ears,
Of the isolated jester,
Knowing not what he hears.
Laughter of the loving,
wind chimes of the nerves,
Straightaways are the silence
before the storm of the curves.
The young love forever,
the old just a while,
Awaiting the sadness
that follows the smiles.
The vision remains lovely
while nothing is said,
Leaving the jester silent
inside his head.
Love is a memory
in a fire’s blue flame,
Faces in the shadows
recalling the name.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.