Put a faceon the pageinto scenesput a timeto a placewith a theme
Give it rhythmmeet the strictrhyming schemeget it downwrite it outmake it seem
Into a roomthat feels morethan a dream,but a placethat we allyearn 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