Illusions Of Jazz

There is the silhouette of she.
Her beautiful face through the window I see.
A tear escapes her teal colored eyes,
as she nods her head and cries.
She has lost her way with destiny.

Up and down her life runs amuck.
It seems she has run short on her luck.
Down a hollow path she treads,
like a zombie in the land of the dead.
It takes all her strength, not to give up.

I watch her closely, and she catches my eye.
She touches the glass that leads to outside.
I see the blood run down her arm,
and her face loses all it's charm,
as her body is preparing to die.

I reach out my hand to she,
the one who lost her destiny.
I tried to save her, one last cast,
but now she is just an Illusion Of Jazz,
beyond the windows glass I see.