Narnian dreams attached to lunchbox stickers,
rustic doorknobs, and squealing windows...

Has anyone seen the legible clues,
read between the hands of time that our world...

[There's no one quite like you]...
When the storm beats against us...

Shadowy eyes gaze
over my crown of braids...

Where did they come from?
Leaves holding crowns of tempo...

You deeply yearn just for a night,
To have reality vanish...

Like a melancholy light
glowing below your window...

Not sure where it will take them,
the clouds dress themselves with...

I don't arrest my emotions
and cloak them beneath sleet...

Endless.
The ocean dome...

.
As deeply as I receive your warmth...

...............Time
...........brews loud...