eazie zazie

zazie. oh zazie
you drivin me up to a different place you’re sparkling zazie
in my dreams
each morning i awake
only half
because i sleep zazie
until you.

with bright colors
and warm sounds of a piano
never played but always around zazie i get up
and i move
i have the picture and the tone
of you but stars not any there
and i swear i would zazie.

there is no story behind

but your hair
and your voice
and your play
and your time

and your eyes
and your smile
and your glance
and your prime

let me be good,