Evergreen de Donna Martin

Coltrane's on a forty five
times the test of what survives
and what will never be
the space between sound is grace
like staring pure love in the face
love take hold of me
and show me something that compares
There you go with your danger
turning flesh and bone
into ordinary stone
there you go like a stranger
calling out in blue tones
when i'm alone
Love comes up without a trace
the way that spring can weave a lace
out of everything unseen
things made of the common good
they ought to be more understood
they ought to be evergreen
here you come out of thin air
Chorus