That Red Clarinet Over the Horizon
"So. what's Julia like?" "Ordinary. But that dangerous ordinary. that you just can't leave alone." . "So what was she like, and how did she think?" Asked Jet with a nod, hand clasping a drink.
"She was just normal but made herself known. Her song is so sweet yet she blends in like a stone."
"What is it you're talking about? What is it you mean?" Asked Jet, confused, a singing stone had he not seen.
Faye just sighed and thought for a tick.. She then just stared upward and her neck got a crick.
"She's like a clarinet. so simple yet strange. Every time it sounds if different. never the same.
"First she could wail sadness and sorrow would overcome. But next, a cheery melody, and with joy she'd be stung.
"But she just hangs in the distance. Not making herself known. And, furthermore, she is sad. like a low saxophone.
"She's over the horizon. She is so different than me. Over the horizon for Spike, who needs her to be free.
"And I sense something else unique about her. She quite strange. and danger does stir.
"Plus I sense bloodshed hovering in the air. She's a red clarinet on the horizon there.
"Yet he chases her. Like a hunter on prey. Oh, for so long I've wished Spike would have stayed.
"But he's seduced by that red clarinet, red like a rose. That is what he wants and for all else his heart is closed.
"But now that I know who I am, so will he. And perhaps he'll discover he's all I see. .
I cannot, though I try, compete with that girl. But as he loves her, my heart's in a swirl.
Perhaps it's the journey over that hill. To that red clarinet that cannot remain still.
"So. what's Julia like?" "Ordinary. But that dangerous ordinary. that you just can't leave alone." . "So what was she like, and how did she think?" Asked Jet with a nod, hand clasping a drink.
"She was just normal but made herself known. Her song is so sweet yet she blends in like a stone."
"What is it you're talking about? What is it you mean?" Asked Jet, confused, a singing stone had he not seen.
Faye just sighed and thought for a tick.. She then just stared upward and her neck got a crick.
"She's like a clarinet. so simple yet strange. Every time it sounds if different. never the same.
"First she could wail sadness and sorrow would overcome. But next, a cheery melody, and with joy she'd be stung.
"But she just hangs in the distance. Not making herself known. And, furthermore, she is sad. like a low saxophone.
"She's over the horizon. She is so different than me. Over the horizon for Spike, who needs her to be free.
"And I sense something else unique about her. She quite strange. and danger does stir.
"Plus I sense bloodshed hovering in the air. She's a red clarinet on the horizon there.
"Yet he chases her. Like a hunter on prey. Oh, for so long I've wished Spike would have stayed.
"But he's seduced by that red clarinet, red like a rose. That is what he wants and for all else his heart is closed.
"But now that I know who I am, so will he. And perhaps he'll discover he's all I see. .
I cannot, though I try, compete with that girl. But as he loves her, my heart's in a swirl.
Perhaps it's the journey over that hill. To that red clarinet that cannot remain still.