Innocence is as captured in a dream.
Studio lights with you by my side,
Standing in the spotlight.
Frozen in your gaze,
I am not fazed.
Watching moonlight, dubbed cotton soft upon still waters.
Lullaby dreams taste of creamy vanilla ice cream.
Italian gelato…eaten on warm sultry summer evenings.
Nothing could be as pleasing, and I am easing on a slow-burning…