Jolee
if I could serenade
I would portray a song
about how I never came to
Hollywood
to see you dance in a smoky, distinguished ballroom
or a whiskey saloon
the way your eyes stared at me
from across the great divide
I felt like I could not breathe

time crept down to a moment
I feel IM in the wrong place at the wrong time
IM just writing this for you
because its all I can do

sunlight in a meadow, dancing
off the tips of your hair.
your words ,smile and skin
glinting off the firelight
in a cabin room, with roof coated in snow

I create a cliche eternity
because I will never know