If I wanted to create
would you just let me
pour upon you random
odes of imagination,
snow pearls and icycles
in holiday glaze.
I took a walk along Hollywood Boulevard.
well, I did, yeah that is real stuff,
not part of the script.
What happened to all the other
moments,
sweet airs of light
would caress her inspiration,
the essence in her tone,
her shadowy eyes will speak.
~
I cannot whither within the contempt
in my own state of mind, further I dive.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021