imagining tommorow's blues and remembering

i wanna write a rhyme for you ....

to be worthy of you
i have
i have not
i have

sung a song about you
to semi-clouded skies
at midnight, dimmed by a crescent moon

and even tho

i knew the colors of your eyes
i made up instead
some blues
and instead
a bizarreness

absurded groundless blue
undulating the life out of you
until realizing the distance of the stars
are always
in your eyes
and mystique
and miseries

so i am content
to be
your recipient
of much silence ... and a little smile