A Song

I'll write you a song
and I'll turn down the pages,
spinning them slowly
as words become phrases.
We'll dance through the emptiness
found in the trees,
and build us a house,
just you and me.
I'll dream you a dream
and you'll find me a home.
Together we'll make it
where nothing else goes.
I'll write you a poem
for your love and your gazes,
hoping you'll read this
and end sorrow phases.
A walk through the mountains,
beneath all the seas
is all that remains
to calm you and me.