A small rhyme to distract me from time,
A playacting in dreams. Magic means
To make distances seem fading scenes,
A small action to bring love sublime.
I sing off to the side quietly:
I'm lost, hearing a sweet melody
That wings into my mind stridently
Across time as the words ferry me
To night, keeping your sweet cobalt eyes
In mind's sight for the spell I've devised.
Arcane methods to bring you to me
Despite waiting and work's clamping grasp;
Mundane really, but oh, how it seems
The soft sight of your eyes makes time pass.
A place for my poems 