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.