dream of nothing more

i'd keep you,

catch you in

a glass jar

like a firefly,

if you'll let me.

i've got an old

blueberry jam

jar that i think

you'd like.

we could

watch the sun

go to sleep

on the other

side of the

glass, smell

like blueberries,

and dream of

nothing more.

would you

keep me,

if you could,

in a blue

glass sun jam

firefly berry

jar?

would you

make sure

i'm never

lonely, or

is that too

much to

ask?

we could

chip out

glass holes in

the shape of

our hearts,

and patch it

over with jam,

and dream of

nothing more.