River of Rubies

The ruby-glittered river I wend along churns and twists, slows and eddies. It carries me North, along the sea…but never to it. I am on the 405, headed to Los Angeles, and my heart pulls me through this slow current. Brake lights become scarlet jewels in this tributary of wishes. I look up and a bit East, and I see the pastel little smear that will resolve into white letters that say “HOLLYWOOD”. And although my dreams would take me there, reality does not. I am lulled along by the promise of something, of someone, whose mark upon the gilded streets was made by words. So we danced by the tapping of keys, over many months, and today is…