At First Blush

By ©Junia Brutus 2025 [Bebop-Influenced Flow Female Vocal sample] At first blush, the platform hums, a fleeting tone Night train’s murmur fades, I’m left alone— A cherry-tinted pass, you let it slip Stranger’s touch, a clasp, a fragile grip Our sleeves entwine, heartstrings stay confined Beyond the gate You melt in spring’s design (spring’s design) [Syncopated Staccato] My sigh’s a needle’s scratch, it carves my core— Unread words collapse, where petals soar— Oh, on this shimmering path, your silhouette sways Passing fast A trace in spring’s soft haze (soft haze) [Chorus: Jazz-hiphop] Morning’s flicker A dance, no name to frame Spring winds sway Your form remains the same Noon’s soft raft of blooms Your dreams afloat Night’s faint hum, your shade in distant note— Spring returns, the heart begins to thaw Time’s soft turn Unbound by love’s old law (love’s old law ) [Bebop-break] [muted trumpet triplets] [Verse: Double-Time Rap] Steps hit the beat, dusk’s counter glows, Her left ear’s spark, where a star’s chip shows— Last train’s fade to black, no names to share, Tomorrow’s track, we’re strangers still, nowhere— Cold blooms spit a rhyme, flip the old song’s play, “Spring’s wild chime, your scarf unwinds today” ( today？) Tunnel’s breath maps time, seasons fall in line, "Petals drift and fall, caught in wind’s embrace, Light’s soft call, I seek your fleeting face" [piano trills] Turn around, your form in mirrors gleams, Double-bound, love splits in woven dreams— (woven dreams) [Chorus Jazz-hiphop/rap: Half-Time Swing] Morning’s flicker A dance, no name to frame Spring winds sway Your form remains the same Noon’s soft knot of blooms Untied by breeze Dusk’s faint mark Your warmth in mirror’s tease— Night’s veiled secret hums, breath clouds the glass Spring’s return, where hearts unbind at last ( last) [Bebop-break] [muted trumpet triplets] [Outro: Rubato Decay] Hazy moon’s soft veil, platform’s fleeting duet— Her steps align, with spring’s unwritten debt— Nameless love departs, tracks fade in mist Spring’s last spark, where hearts and seasons twist