your music is a bird moon feather

her beauty.
such mystique.
she looks like music.

i’m sorry i don’t mean
to interrupt your eyes,
but eye saw your music
from across the room and
thought the song you wear on
your lips is a bird moon feather

Anyhow, I s’pose I just wanted to swim inside your
mind for a slip and breathe a love-scape with
skypaint waterfield winds and listen to the symphony
swirling about the emerald paradise inside your crystal eyes.
so yeah, I noticed your music and thought I might tell ya I dig your jive.
we should play sometime. I like your pretty little eyes and the way you sunshine