Put a face
On the page
Into scenes
Put a time
To a place
With a theme

Give it rhythm
Meet the strict
Rhyming scheme
Get it down
Write it out
Make it seem

Into a room
That feels more
Than a dream
But a place
That we all
Yearn to be

Like a real history
Kings and Queens;
And the dawn
As the birds start to sing
The dust-motes
Lit up by a beam
Of the sun
Through the window
That stream