Thoughts

CHLOE DANCER

Seemed a stupid thought
Not real
Untouchable here
Nowhereland
Your mind
Fills the streets
Your heart
Fills this property
Your voice
Fills the air
My doing
What makes me sing
Just right
For the moment
Or the whole day
When night pulls over
Stars take rides
Long down the belt
Milky, smokey, or foggy
Still clear as ever
Love You