Blue in Green

An inky, purple night, the depths 
A mystery, you and me,
The things about yourself that you 
wanted me to see.

The sweetness of your voice
The raven darkness of your hair
When I knocked so gently on your door
I wanted you to take me there.

Open those shutters way, way back 
Show those vast Park City skies
The scents of pine trees and the aspen 
The starry night so cool and black
A joyous sparkle from your eyes.

Blue in Green from your magic radio
A million thanks to KBYU
Who would have thought you’d hear that from Provo, 
Out here in the sticks, 1972?

If Miles’ tone didn’t make you cry
What about that gorgeous score?
Bill Evans wrote such breathtaking melody 
But he loved Aunt Hazel even more.

He paints the night like Raphael
So confident and true
Every note, the chords of heaven
Then Lord Coltrane comes ringing through.

Here we are Louise,
The two of us together
That’s a funny name for such a Japanese beauty 
Your gifts proclaim in any weather.

The daughter of a Shogun –
I would have thought , Akari or Haru 
Arigato for picking me out of nowhere
Blue in Green, tonight and you.

Years later I learned Sayonara
is more than just one word, although – 
You knew its meaning all the time
Not ‘Goodbye’ but an interlude meaning,

‘If it must be so.’