I watch you, as you walk away
without a backward glance...

If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

No one,
sees the light go out...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...

On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...

In springtime first I spied you fair
and lovely as a fleeting dream...

Fairyland is in an uproar,
The phoenix refuses to rise...

Sara shouted “Boddox!”
As she tore her brand new dress...